- I had a stomach bug (or something like one) this weekend. Unluckily, Nathan was out of town. Luckily, I was at my parents' house, so they took care of the kids.
- Jane was a little sick last week, which made her start waking up in the middle of the night again, and that plus the sheer constancy of parenting is wearing me out.
- However, just this morning, a friend's Facebook status was that she cried on her way to work because it was her first day back after having her baby. I don't take it for granted that I get to be a stay at home mom.
- Nathan was in the Texas Hill Country this weekend on a field trip, and he had a really great time. Geology field trips are very outdoorsy; this one included a full day of kayaking. He came back talking about how he wants to take us all up to that area, and he even found a cabin for us to rent. It pleases me that he is in a profession that allows him to do outdoorsy things, which are invigorating to him.
- I am really tired, and I did not really want to go work out today, but I'm glad I went. It was relaxing to exercise quietly on my own.
- Jane still won't take a bottle. We haven't really worked on it much, though. I think I'm going to start trying again to get her to take it, because I'd really like to be able to have a day or two away from her before she is weaned at a year old. Five more months seems like a long time to only have a couple hours at a time away from babies. It'd be fantastic if Nathan and I could take a weekend away for our anniversary in December. In addition to working on her to take the bottle, I'm also going to simultaneously work on getting her to take a sippy cup and a straw--whichever one she takes to first wins! *Update* She did drink a couple of ounces from a bottle today and a few sips from a sippy cup. Progress, people, progress!!!
- Last week, we went with the Fuseliers to a Rice alumni architectural tour around campus, led by an architecture professor. The campus is so beautiful, especially at dusk. I wished I had brought my camera, but at the same time, I really would need more than a point and shoot to get the shots I'd want and to do the place justice. In any case, the lecture was interesting (though we were cracking up at how very professorial the prof was--bow tie, dishevelled hair, etc.), and it was gratifying to hear that he thought the same buildings were ugly that we thought were ugly, too. Nathan and I really appreciated knowing some of the little details about the main buildings on campus, about how the campus was originally envisioned and how its layout has changed, about how different buildings represented different architectural periods, and so on. Although we were enjoying the tour, we skipped out a little early to go have margaritas with our friends. :) I have to say that it was really nice to go on a date that did not involve dinner or a movie. It seems like that's all we can think of to do when we get the chance to go out, so it was great to start exploring the other ways we can spend time together.
- The most thirst-quenching beverage in my world right now is light chocolate soy milk. Isn't that weird? I don't really think of milk as something that really hits the spot when I'm thirsty, but for some reason light chocolate soy milk does.
- Noah has started saying some funny things. Like "I need," as in "I need to watch Curious George," and "I need a cookie." The other one, which is really great, is "I love," except that his "L" comes out sounding like a "Y." He also puts a lot of emphasis on the "yuv," so that he says things like, "I YUV this bread, Mommy! I YUV it!" (That was about a large soft pretzel, something he hadn't had before.) Or "This shirt red. I YUV it!" The best thing is that he says it about the most mundane stuff.
- It has taken me twelve hours to write this post. It is now the end of the day, and the kids have gone to bed, which means that Mommy's brain has switched off for a while. G'night.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Past Week
Some things that have been keeping me from the blog over the past week, and other various and sundry thoughts:
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Working Out: A Review
Last month, I hired a personal trainer. September marked the beginning of our fall schedule, when I knew I'd have a little more routine in my life and could fit a couple more things in. And, since pregnancy caused some lingering weakness in some of my muscles and just reshaped things a good bit, I was anxious not only to start working out but also to have some expert advice on shaping up the things I wanted shaped up.
So I hired Erin. Though we hadn't been in much contact lately (other than reading her blog every so often), I'd known her since we were kids. She used to come visit her cousin and my friend and neighbor, April, from time to time, and we'd all play together. I even have a pretty vivid memory of Erin getting the hugest goose egg one time when she banged her head into another kid at the neighborhood pool!
Anyway, the reason I hired Erin was not only because I knew her but also because I like her background. She's a personal trainer, yes, but she also has a graduate degree in nutrition, which appealed to me because it means she's a well-rounded health professional (not someone who would tell me to cut out all fat or all carbs or something). I also liked that she's got a little boy at home, because I was hoping to find a trainer who had had a baby and knew what it was like to bring your body back from the crazy musculoskeletal events of pregnancy and childbirth.
I ended up hiring Erin for eight sessions, and we met twice a week. I was sad that last week was our last workout together, because I totally loved it. If you're thinking of hiring a trainer, I would certainly recommend it. Here's one reason I liked it: I could show up and be brainless. She had a workout all laid out before I even got there, which means that I didn't have to think about anything; I just did what she told me to do, and that was that. I didn't have to figure out which muscles to work next, how much weight I should use, how to target a particular spot, how to adjust the machines, how to monitor that I was using correct form in each exercise, etc. Figuring all that out would have been a challenge for me, since I haven't worked out in so long. And all of those things would have slowed me down considerably, too, so working with Erin meant that I got in a whole lot more working out in half an hour than I would have been able to do on my own. In that sense, it was really efficient.
Plus, of course, she helped me start getting back into shape. While making sure I was working out my whole body, Erin also helped me target the areas I wanted to target. (Planks, anyone?) She really put an effort into personalizing my workout, which I definitely appreciated. For example, if I mentioned a certain area that was bugging me, she'd show up next time having researched how to work it in the best possible way.
The result is that I'm getting back into shape! I feel so good about that! It had been so long since I've worked out with any kind of regularity, and, honestly, I just wasn't feeling all that great. I was just feeling kind of sluggish, mainly, with some occasional aches and pains. Now, this is to be expected, not only during pregnancy, but during the few months afterward, when you're so sleep deprived. (And I have either been pregnant or recently pregnant a lot over the last three and a half years, so this accounts for a lot of my life recently.) But, eventually, I got beyond that point after Jane's birth and knew that the way I was feeling could no longer be attributed to pregnancy and sleep deprivation. At some point, I said to myself, "I am too young to feel this way."
And I have to say I'm starting to feel the results of that choice to invest some time into working out. I'm starting to have a little more energy in my everyday life. I'm definitely stronger. I can tell that my waist is getting smaller and the muscles in my arms are getting a little more defined. I ran a mile with no stops for the first time today in a long time, and just last week, as I was running on the treadmill, I thought to myself, with surprise, "This is starting to feel good instead of just hard!" And my mom told me I look skinnier today. :) So has it been worth the effort? Yes.
The purpose of this post was not to advertise for Erin, but it has kind of turned into that, huh? Well, if you are in Houston and are looking for a trainer or nutritionist, you can get some info about her services on her blog.
Hooray for feeling better and getting stronger!
So I hired Erin. Though we hadn't been in much contact lately (other than reading her blog every so often), I'd known her since we were kids. She used to come visit her cousin and my friend and neighbor, April, from time to time, and we'd all play together. I even have a pretty vivid memory of Erin getting the hugest goose egg one time when she banged her head into another kid at the neighborhood pool!
Anyway, the reason I hired Erin was not only because I knew her but also because I like her background. She's a personal trainer, yes, but she also has a graduate degree in nutrition, which appealed to me because it means she's a well-rounded health professional (not someone who would tell me to cut out all fat or all carbs or something). I also liked that she's got a little boy at home, because I was hoping to find a trainer who had had a baby and knew what it was like to bring your body back from the crazy musculoskeletal events of pregnancy and childbirth.
I ended up hiring Erin for eight sessions, and we met twice a week. I was sad that last week was our last workout together, because I totally loved it. If you're thinking of hiring a trainer, I would certainly recommend it. Here's one reason I liked it: I could show up and be brainless. She had a workout all laid out before I even got there, which means that I didn't have to think about anything; I just did what she told me to do, and that was that. I didn't have to figure out which muscles to work next, how much weight I should use, how to target a particular spot, how to adjust the machines, how to monitor that I was using correct form in each exercise, etc. Figuring all that out would have been a challenge for me, since I haven't worked out in so long. And all of those things would have slowed me down considerably, too, so working with Erin meant that I got in a whole lot more working out in half an hour than I would have been able to do on my own. In that sense, it was really efficient.
Plus, of course, she helped me start getting back into shape. While making sure I was working out my whole body, Erin also helped me target the areas I wanted to target. (Planks, anyone?) She really put an effort into personalizing my workout, which I definitely appreciated. For example, if I mentioned a certain area that was bugging me, she'd show up next time having researched how to work it in the best possible way.
The result is that I'm getting back into shape! I feel so good about that! It had been so long since I've worked out with any kind of regularity, and, honestly, I just wasn't feeling all that great. I was just feeling kind of sluggish, mainly, with some occasional aches and pains. Now, this is to be expected, not only during pregnancy, but during the few months afterward, when you're so sleep deprived. (And I have either been pregnant or recently pregnant a lot over the last three and a half years, so this accounts for a lot of my life recently.) But, eventually, I got beyond that point after Jane's birth and knew that the way I was feeling could no longer be attributed to pregnancy and sleep deprivation. At some point, I said to myself, "I am too young to feel this way."
And I have to say I'm starting to feel the results of that choice to invest some time into working out. I'm starting to have a little more energy in my everyday life. I'm definitely stronger. I can tell that my waist is getting smaller and the muscles in my arms are getting a little more defined. I ran a mile with no stops for the first time today in a long time, and just last week, as I was running on the treadmill, I thought to myself, with surprise, "This is starting to feel good instead of just hard!" And my mom told me I look skinnier today. :) So has it been worth the effort? Yes.
The purpose of this post was not to advertise for Erin, but it has kind of turned into that, huh? Well, if you are in Houston and are looking for a trainer or nutritionist, you can get some info about her services on her blog.
Hooray for feeling better and getting stronger!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sweet Potato Bread
The other night, I made this for dinner:
Don't let the less-than-stellar photo fool you. It was deeeee-licious. The main course was Cooking Light's Tuscan Baked Chicken and Beans. Basically, the reason this dish was so fantastic is because every element of it is cooked in bacon fat. I ask you: Can you go wrong when you cook everything in bacon fat?
However, there was only just enough bacon and bacon fat to flavor everything; it wasn't actually a fatty dish (check out the nutritional info at the bottom of the recipe in that link). And since I don't use a lot of bacon in my cooking, the smoky, savory deliciousness of this dish actually kind of surprised me. Anyway, this post is not about the chicken dish, so I'll move on, but I definitely do recommend it.
The recipe I want to share with you is the one for the bread you see there. I made a savory sweet potato bread, and it was pretty good. The sweet potatoes did not impart a strong flavor, but they did give the bread a nice, golden/orange color, and the texture came out really nice. The crust had a great chewy texture, kind of like French bread.
Since I've started making baby food again, I have a bunch of sweet potato food cubes in my freezer. The only problem with them is that they turned out a little too lumpy for Jane. So I started brainstorming about how else I could use them. Remembering a savory pumpkin bread that my friend, Bonnie, made one time, I figured that sweet potatoes would probably work in bread, too. Sure enough, I found a sweet potato bread recipe in a cookbook called The Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cookbook, but I had to substitute certain things because I didn't have all the ingredients it called for (yogurt for sour cream, orange juice for orange zest, etc.). Here's my version. This is a 1.5-lb. loaf, and this recipe will work for most bread machines (only a few have you add ingredients in an order other than wet ingredients--dry ingredients--yeast).
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Sweet Potato Bread
1/2 cup milk
1 tablespoon orange juice
3/4 cup pureed sweet potatoes
3 tablespoons plain yogurt
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3 cups bread flour
1 tablespoon gluten
1.5 teaspoons salt
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2 teaspoons yeast
Program bread machine for Basic or Fruit & Nut cycle and press Start. When bread is finished, remove from pan and let cool (or have some while it's still warm!).
Don't let the less-than-stellar photo fool you. It was deeeee-licious. The main course was Cooking Light's Tuscan Baked Chicken and Beans. Basically, the reason this dish was so fantastic is because every element of it is cooked in bacon fat. I ask you: Can you go wrong when you cook everything in bacon fat?
However, there was only just enough bacon and bacon fat to flavor everything; it wasn't actually a fatty dish (check out the nutritional info at the bottom of the recipe in that link). And since I don't use a lot of bacon in my cooking, the smoky, savory deliciousness of this dish actually kind of surprised me. Anyway, this post is not about the chicken dish, so I'll move on, but I definitely do recommend it.
The recipe I want to share with you is the one for the bread you see there. I made a savory sweet potato bread, and it was pretty good. The sweet potatoes did not impart a strong flavor, but they did give the bread a nice, golden/orange color, and the texture came out really nice. The crust had a great chewy texture, kind of like French bread.
Since I've started making baby food again, I have a bunch of sweet potato food cubes in my freezer. The only problem with them is that they turned out a little too lumpy for Jane. So I started brainstorming about how else I could use them. Remembering a savory pumpkin bread that my friend, Bonnie, made one time, I figured that sweet potatoes would probably work in bread, too. Sure enough, I found a sweet potato bread recipe in a cookbook called The Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cookbook, but I had to substitute certain things because I didn't have all the ingredients it called for (yogurt for sour cream, orange juice for orange zest, etc.). Here's my version. This is a 1.5-lb. loaf, and this recipe will work for most bread machines (only a few have you add ingredients in an order other than wet ingredients--dry ingredients--yeast).
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Sweet Potato Bread
1/2 cup milk
1 tablespoon orange juice
3/4 cup pureed sweet potatoes
3 tablespoons plain yogurt
-
3 cups bread flour
1 tablespoon gluten
1.5 teaspoons salt
-
2 teaspoons yeast
Program bread machine for Basic or Fruit & Nut cycle and press Start. When bread is finished, remove from pan and let cool (or have some while it's still warm!).
Sunday, October 10, 2010
10/10/10
I just wanted to give a shout out to October 10, 2010 today. I just realized yesterday that the first twelve years of this century will be the only ones when we will have dates like 10/10/10 or 08/08/08 or 12/12/12. It's kind of unique and interesting (and I guess it took me all of ten years to think it all that interesting).
Speaking of tens, what were you doing ten years ago? In October 2000, I had just transferred from Baylor to Rice and was settling into my new life. I was incredibly stressed out by the work load (a far call from my much easier and far less time-consuming schedule from my first two years at Baylor), and my best friend and roomie, Sarah, sat me down one day and made me take time out to watch that incredibly sophisticated and academically stimulating TV show, Seventh Heaven. Eating grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while watching Seventh Heaven became a Monday night routine for the two of us for a long time.
Another thing I was doing in October 2000 was running. I ran more and was in better shape that semester than I had ever been before or have been since. I was running about three miles two or three times a week, and I felt (and looked) great. I'd love to work back up to that.
Another very important event happened in October 2000 that ended up determining a course for my life, though I had no idea of its repercussions at the time. Ten years ago this month, I asked Nathan Benesh to go to Esperanza with me (a girl-ask-guy formal). I considered asking one of my guy friends from Baylor, since I knew I'd have fun with someone I knew. But Sarah encouraged me to ask someone at Rice so that I'd start making community at my new school, which proved to be very fortuitous advice!
To ask him to the dance, I sent Nathan an e-card with a poem on it:
His answer could not have been more perfect:
As soon as I got that e-card in my inbox, I gasped in delight and waited about four seconds before I called Sarah. When she picked up, I said, "I think we have a winner!!!"
I loved that he wrote a poem back in kind. And that it was funny. And that he said yes and didn't make me feel like a fool.
Do you ever think about what your ten-years-ago self would think of what your life looks like now? Sometimes, I put myself back in my 21-year-old mind and think, "If someone had told me then what I would be doing now, how amazed I'd have been!" Ten years ago, I'd have looked askance at you if you'd told me that I'd get to spend a summer in college studying abroad at Cambridge, that I'd have married that cute guy I just asked to Esperanza, that I'd spend six years in Boston and that my husband would get his Ph.D. at Harvard, that I'd have two (or more?) beautiful kids and would not have gone to grad school but would choose to stay at home with them, and so on.
I wonder what I'll be doing ten years from now. Probably taking my twelve year old to his seventh grade class and my ten year old to her fifth grade class. (Crazy!)
Speaking of tens, what were you doing ten years ago? In October 2000, I had just transferred from Baylor to Rice and was settling into my new life. I was incredibly stressed out by the work load (a far call from my much easier and far less time-consuming schedule from my first two years at Baylor), and my best friend and roomie, Sarah, sat me down one day and made me take time out to watch that incredibly sophisticated and academically stimulating TV show, Seventh Heaven. Eating grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while watching Seventh Heaven became a Monday night routine for the two of us for a long time.
Another thing I was doing in October 2000 was running. I ran more and was in better shape that semester than I had ever been before or have been since. I was running about three miles two or three times a week, and I felt (and looked) great. I'd love to work back up to that.
Another very important event happened in October 2000 that ended up determining a course for my life, though I had no idea of its repercussions at the time. Ten years ago this month, I asked Nathan Benesh to go to Esperanza with me (a girl-ask-guy formal). I considered asking one of my guy friends from Baylor, since I knew I'd have fun with someone I knew. But Sarah encouraged me to ask someone at Rice so that I'd start making community at my new school, which proved to be very fortuitous advice!
To ask him to the dance, I sent Nathan an e-card with a poem on it:
His answer could not have been more perfect:
As soon as I got that e-card in my inbox, I gasped in delight and waited about four seconds before I called Sarah. When she picked up, I said, "I think we have a winner!!!"
I loved that he wrote a poem back in kind. And that it was funny. And that he said yes and didn't make me feel like a fool.
Do you ever think about what your ten-years-ago self would think of what your life looks like now? Sometimes, I put myself back in my 21-year-old mind and think, "If someone had told me then what I would be doing now, how amazed I'd have been!" Ten years ago, I'd have looked askance at you if you'd told me that I'd get to spend a summer in college studying abroad at Cambridge, that I'd have married that cute guy I just asked to Esperanza, that I'd spend six years in Boston and that my husband would get his Ph.D. at Harvard, that I'd have two (or more?) beautiful kids and would not have gone to grad school but would choose to stay at home with them, and so on.
I wonder what I'll be doing ten years from now. Probably taking my twelve year old to his seventh grade class and my ten year old to her fifth grade class. (Crazy!)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
It's only 3:00
Sometimes, parenting can be a tough job. Consider today, for example.
Not all days are like this, of course. And this one just feels that much worse because I am starting to feel very tired from the weeks of interrupted sleep, and tiredness can just make my patience level take a dive.
The thing is that it's not any huge thing that makes your day hard. (Although the falling off the table was kind of a big deal.) It's the forty small things.
Alright. Gotta go mark some more things off my to-do list, but I feel better after venting a bit. My next post will not be a downer. I promise. :)
- Jane has been waking up in the middle of the night or very, very early in the morning for the past two weeks. As of last night, when I was up from about 2:30 until 4am, I feel pretty done with the whole thing.
- Morning postponement #1: As I was getting dressed to go to the gym, I realized that the workout pants I wanted to wear were in the washer. Wet. So I threw everything into the dryer, hoping that they'd be done in a reasonable amount of time.
- Morning postponement #2: As I was trying to get everyone out the door, I had to stop to take care of a bunch of little things that could not be left undone. Like cleaning up cat throw up. (Lovely.)
- Morning postponement #3: Then, Jane rolled off the changing table. Horror of horrors. I had set her down on the table, turned around to turn off the heater in her room, and heard a noise behind me. I turned back around to see my baby lying on the floor. Horrified that my child might be really hurt (and also horrified that I let it happen), I picked her up, and she started in on the silent cry. The one when you know they're more than a little bit hurt. Poor, poor baby. She is totally fine now--I checked her out pretty thoroughly and kept an eye on her for a long while. It was just a terrible experience. And I'm very thankful that room is carpeted.
- Morning postponement #4: I got everyone buckled in the car, only to realize I forgot something inside. Can't say this is an infrequent occurrence.
- Went to the gym and did an abbreviated workout. I have to say that I was patting myself on the back for getting there at all.
- Went to a paint store, where Noah was about as disobedient as he has ever been, literally yelling and running circles around the store every time I turned to look at paint colors or speak to the woman helping me. Lots of "Noah, COME HERE" heard in the store. One more hitch in my day discovered: the lady, who I was hoping actually really knew about color, appeared not to know so much. Walked out of there with what feels like the 37th color sample to try on the wall and am doubtful about the result. Had a firm talk with Noah about obedience.
- Both kids fell asleep in the car. Bad thing, since it means it'd mess with their naps later. So I tried to wake Noah up, and he was very upset that I did so. Even more upset that I dragged him and his sleeping sister out of the car to make a stop at the drycleaners on the way home.
- Ate lunch, fairly successfully. Except that Noah made a great big mess of his ravioli, and then said, "Mommy no like it when Noah make mess." He has said that about three times in the last 24 hours. At least he is learning 1.) sympathy/empathy, and 2.) that he should think before he makes a mess.
- Tried three times to get an obviously sleepy Jane to go down for a nap. Apparently, she is in a state of rebellion and will not go to sleep when I want her to anymore. So I finally just put her in her bed and waited her out (the second time I did that, she went right to sleep).
- After putting Jane to sleep, I found Noah picking apart a styrofoam block. Into a hundred tiny balls. Which were everywhere on the carpet. And on his clothes. And he had even tried to put some in his ears. He got in trouble for that, then he had to endure the vacuum (which he does not like) while I cleaned it up. Also found him having spilled a cup of milk on the carpet after dipping his stuffed monkey's foot into it.
Not all days are like this, of course. And this one just feels that much worse because I am starting to feel very tired from the weeks of interrupted sleep, and tiredness can just make my patience level take a dive.
The thing is that it's not any huge thing that makes your day hard. (Although the falling off the table was kind of a big deal.) It's the forty small things.
Alright. Gotta go mark some more things off my to-do list, but I feel better after venting a bit. My next post will not be a downer. I promise. :)
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Seven Months Old
Jane Elisabeth is seven months old today!
She is getting more active all the time. When before she was content to sit and watch everyone, now she has to be part of the party. She loves the people who love her, including her mommy, daddy, and especially her brother. Lately, she's been reaching for our faces a lot, and she seems to be very interested by them.
Jane's rolling around like a champ and sitting with support or even by herself for a few seconds. She's not showing signs of being about to crawl (getting up on all fours, rocking, etc.), but I would not be surprised if it's not too far off, since she really loves to get around from one toy to another. There's almost no point in laying her on a blanket to play anymore, because it's not long before she rolls right off it to go explore something else. She loves toys and is entertained by them for long periods of time; she even loves the ones that Noah didn't take much interest in.
She's eating a variety of foods now, and mangoes are her favorite. Who wouldn't like mangoes, after all? She's starting to try the pincer grasp, so I gave her some small pieces of sweet potato the other day, and she was bound and determined to pick them up. Unfortunately, she just ended up with mashed sweet potato all over her hands and none in her mouth. But she'll get the hang of it soon!
She just figured out how to jump today:
Saying that she is sweet just doesn't do her justice. Literally, every time she's in someone else's care, I hear about how sweet she is. She's just a dear. I think she'll be a lovely person someday (and, indeed, she is that, even now).
She is getting more active all the time. When before she was content to sit and watch everyone, now she has to be part of the party. She loves the people who love her, including her mommy, daddy, and especially her brother. Lately, she's been reaching for our faces a lot, and she seems to be very interested by them.
Jane's rolling around like a champ and sitting with support or even by herself for a few seconds. She's not showing signs of being about to crawl (getting up on all fours, rocking, etc.), but I would not be surprised if it's not too far off, since she really loves to get around from one toy to another. There's almost no point in laying her on a blanket to play anymore, because it's not long before she rolls right off it to go explore something else. She loves toys and is entertained by them for long periods of time; she even loves the ones that Noah didn't take much interest in.
She's eating a variety of foods now, and mangoes are her favorite. Who wouldn't like mangoes, after all? She's starting to try the pincer grasp, so I gave her some small pieces of sweet potato the other day, and she was bound and determined to pick them up. Unfortunately, she just ended up with mashed sweet potato all over her hands and none in her mouth. But she'll get the hang of it soon!
She just figured out how to jump today:
Saying that she is sweet just doesn't do her justice. Literally, every time she's in someone else's care, I hear about how sweet she is. She's just a dear. I think she'll be a lovely person someday (and, indeed, she is that, even now).
Friday, October 1, 2010
Jane's New Stats
Janey had her six-month well baby checkup the other day (it was a few weeks late). Here are her new stats:
Weight: 18 lbs., 12 oz. (approx. 75th percentile)
Length: 28.5" (off the charts)
Jane is still super long. At four months old, she was the length of the average seven month old. Now, at nearly seven months, she is the length of the average ten or eleven month old. The little dot on the growth chart for her height is a good bit above the 95th percentile line. She is just a tall little girl.
In fact, all the cute, long-sleeved, 6-9 month sized clothes in her closet are just about too small for her now, which is a shame, since it's just getting cool enough for long sleeves to be bearable. Even her 6-12 month jeans are barely fitting; they are just long enough right now, and, honestly, it's a bit of an effort to get that elastic waistband over those huge baby thighs. I bought her the next size up in jeans today. I can't believe my seven month old might be wearing 12-18 month jeans before long.
I like the pediatrician we saw so much better than the last one or two that we've visited. I was telling my friend, April (who recommended him), that the thing I like so much is that he offers information, rather than simply checking for red flags then asking me if I have any questions. I so very much appreciate pediatricians who do offer extra info, because I am sure there are lots of behavioral and health issues that I simply do not know to keep my eyes open for.
Anyway, Jane is doing really well. She does still have a dairy sensitivity, but it seems to be gradually letting up, and the good doctor told me that he thinks she should continue to grow out of it. He said that she will even probably be able to drink milk at a year old, like most other kids.
Hooray for good checkups!
Weight: 18 lbs., 12 oz. (approx. 75th percentile)
Length: 28.5" (off the charts)
Jane is still super long. At four months old, she was the length of the average seven month old. Now, at nearly seven months, she is the length of the average ten or eleven month old. The little dot on the growth chart for her height is a good bit above the 95th percentile line. She is just a tall little girl.
In fact, all the cute, long-sleeved, 6-9 month sized clothes in her closet are just about too small for her now, which is a shame, since it's just getting cool enough for long sleeves to be bearable. Even her 6-12 month jeans are barely fitting; they are just long enough right now, and, honestly, it's a bit of an effort to get that elastic waistband over those huge baby thighs. I bought her the next size up in jeans today. I can't believe my seven month old might be wearing 12-18 month jeans before long.
I like the pediatrician we saw so much better than the last one or two that we've visited. I was telling my friend, April (who recommended him), that the thing I like so much is that he offers information, rather than simply checking for red flags then asking me if I have any questions. I so very much appreciate pediatricians who do offer extra info, because I am sure there are lots of behavioral and health issues that I simply do not know to keep my eyes open for.
Anyway, Jane is doing really well. She does still have a dairy sensitivity, but it seems to be gradually letting up, and the good doctor told me that he thinks she should continue to grow out of it. He said that she will even probably be able to drink milk at a year old, like most other kids.
Hooray for good checkups!
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