Danica's 1 Year Stats

This morning was Danica's trip to the pediatrician to have her one year shots and to have a quick check-up done. She's in great health and all is good. The poor thing had to have 4 needles today - as my sister-in-law Evelyn put it so well - she was a little pin cushion!

She is in the 90th percentile for her height (30.5 inches) and her weight (24 pounds 10 ounces). She's a big girl but when you start off at 9 pounds 10 ounces, it's not highly likely that you will drop off the charts! Danica is slightly heavier than Emily was at a year but half an inch shorter than she was at this time. I'm sure that she will slim down like Emily did in the near future now that she runs everywhere she can.

Happy Birthday Greg!

Last weekend we celebrated Greg's 33rd birthday. We had family over for dinner on Saturday and had a nice night together.

Normally we have a big party at our place with friends, but after two straight weeks of hosting family for dinners, I was tired and wasn't really in the mood to have 30 people over again. Instead, we headed out for drinks with friends in a combo birthday party for Greg and our friend Kelly. A good time was had by all - I think there were a few hangovers making their way through the group this morning.

The kids "helping" to open presents.
Ready for the snow to come.
I'm attempting to grow Danica's bangs out but the problem with that is that her hair is always in her face. This is my new solution - antennas!

Toddler Communication

My child screams. Not simple yelling, but an ear piercing, shrill masterpiece that reverberates in whatever room you are in which makes it seem even louder than it really is. Last night, she started when she had to get out of the bathtub and go to bed. We had to remove her from the bathroom so that our ears would stop bleeding.

Poor parenting confession #1 - I usually wind up yelling back. I yell at her for yelling at me. It's like trying to make peace in the Middle East with big guns. I can only imagine what it's going to be like when she's a teenager. We won't need words, only fog horns. Sigh.