18 months

It was a little late, but today I finally took Lexie in for her 18 month check-up. I'm so grateful Kevin was home to watch the other two girls, who by the way are doing WAY better since yesterday, and I didn't have to take them with me.

I don't think I've only taken one kid to the doctor since Peyton was born. I'll say, it was kinda nice to just be able to focus on my baby for a little while. She did great for the exam, and of course the shots, all four, were awful. When I had her on my lap afterwards and was trying to put her pants back on, she looked down and saw the bandaids. She kept pointing at them and talking her gibberish, I'm sure she was telling me all about what those mean ladies had just done to her. I hate that part, but she did amazingly well.

I don't remember her exact stats, and I left them in the car and decided that it just isn't worth it to go out and get them in this freezing weather. I do know that she was 50th percentile in height and 25th percentile in weight, I believe she was only 22lbs 7oz.

So here is our baby girl, being facinated by her shiny bandaids! By the way, the doctor said, before I even asked, that she may start her terrible twos soon, how weird is that? She also said it's totally normal that she's more aggressive with two older siblings to contend with. Good to know she's completely normal, hopefully we'll go through it all quickly.

We are constantly amazed by this sweet little girl and couldn't imagine not having her and her huge personality in our lives! Love ya cutie!