18-month check-up

Charlie Jo was a dancing and talking fool at her 18-month well-baby check-up (wow, that's a lot of hyphens) this morning. She told the nurse and the doctor all sorts of stories, complete with gestures, sound effects, and instant replays. It was a shame we couldn't understand 99% of it.

Anyway, CJ is now officially 23 1/2 pounds (though I would have guessed she was closer to 50 or 60 pounds) and 33 inches long. That puts her again in the 75th percentile for height and the 30th for weight. She must have been switched at birth -- I'm positive of that now. The doctor was tickled to hear CJ is saying more than 50 different words (the development checklist indicated she should be saying about 10-15 words by now) and then CJ proceeded to say about 20 of them during the course of the appointment. The doctor proclaimed CJ to be in terrific health and to be right on target emotionally and developmentally. What a relief to hear!

The doctor's stool was a big hit.



CJ kept trying to open the door for some reason. When she realized she wasn't quite tall enough to work the handle, she jabbed her index finger insistently at the door and shrieked "PEEZE! PEEZE!" I'm still not sure what that was all about, since she wasn't acting unhappy with being there. I guess the idea of exploring the rest of the doctor's office was too tempting to resist.



Man, that pretty baby in the mirror is HILARIOUS!