Friday, October 30, 2009

Dear Sweet Annabeth,

I am so glad your well-child visit went well on Wednesday. You were 23lbs (28th percentile) and 32 inches tall (55th percentile). Your head is still in the 90th percentile (19 inches). You cooperated well at the appointment until you were placed on The Dreaded Table. Then you lost your cool. You have too many unpleasant memories associated with aforementioned table, so I understand.

You crack us up these days. You have learned how to jump. You don't achieve much height, but you do get both feet off the ground. You are so pleased with yourself. You identify animals by the sounds they make. You call a cow Moo. You bark at dogs. The sounds are remarkably accurate sounding too. You still enjoy a good meal. You still love pandas and pacifiers. You still love to cuddle with Mama.

You are experiencing separation anxiety anxiety. You get very worked up at the prospect of being left. Once we leave, you cope well. For some reason there is lots of drama leading up to the handoff to a sitter. You also get upset if you think I am going to leave. I don't have to actually be leaving for you to fuss about being separated.

Overall you are a joy. You are talking more and more. You communicate well. You are happy 90% of the time. You love drama. You love to play with your dogs and your sister. Thank you for being our sweet Annabeth. You are uniquely you and I would never change a single thing about you.

Love, Mama

PS: If you want to party from 9:30 PM until 1 AM again tonight, can you please let us know first? It has made for quite a morning, especially for your daddy. For some reason his boss is not concerned about your party hours.

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