Today sweet Anna Clare had her 15 month check up. I can't believe my sweet little nugget is 15 months old already! Here are her stats:
17 lbs 13 oz (8th percentile)
30 inches (30th percentile)
18.3 in noggin (71st percentile)
So in a nutshell Anna Clare is a peanut, much like her sister, only perhaps she won't be quite as short. And they both have what Brett likes to refer to as the "Glenn head" (BIG).
Poor baby had to get 4 shots today, including her 2nd flu shot. I was actually a bit caught off guard by that because in North Carolina there was no 15 month checkup. Only 12 month, then 18 month. What really stinks is that she sees the tray of shots now and freaks out. And lucky mommy gets to hold her down and hold her hands. I'll have to be sure daddy joins me next time!
The fact that we have a move in less than a month saved Anna Clare from being referred to ECI (early childhood intervention) for an evaluation. She isn't talking, other than her single
word "dog", and isn't walking yet either. I'd say she's been on the verge of walking for over a month. She'll even occasionally take a step or two but when she falls she doesn't bother to stand back up. As the doctor is questioning Anna's leg strength the little smarty pants stood up and smiled this big grin at the doctor. As if she was saying "I CAN walk, I just choose not to!" Regardless, we'll need to get a pediatrician quickly when we get to Greenville and possibly have Anna Clare evaluated by a therapist. Though my guess is she'll be talking more and walking by then!
Later this afternoon we had a play date at the house with some of the mom's from a group we're a part of. I have really come to like these ladies and this group. There are many girls in it about Kate's age that she plays well with. So we had a princess party with crafts and cookies with pink icing!
The big kids had a great time playing upstairs and throughout the house while the moms and the younger siblings played in the living room. The highlight of the play date occurred when Kate decided to let Max out of the master bedroom. From the living room we heard screaming, LOTS of screaming! I immediately knew what had happened. I jumped up to see a swarm of princesses running away from the back of the house. All were screaming, some were crying. And trotting behind them was one very happy dog. It was the Faulkner version of the Running of the Bulls!! Poor Max thought he was going to get some attention - he didn't mean to terrorize the kids!