Cressey turned 15 months old on July 8, 2017. Her check up was today, July 11th, and here are her stats…
Weight: 28 lbs, 14 oz
Height: 34 inches
Head: 49.25
She’s still off the charts, but she’s flattening out on the growth curve. (I knew we weren't exactly on the chart when the nurse stepped back in the exam room to ask, “She is here for her 15 month check up, right?”) Her weight is coming down, and her height-to-weight ratio is looking good. She had a vision test today (which was great) and got two shots, one in her arm and one in her leg.
She fake coughs and sneezes.
She can be trusted to hold a bowl on her high chair tray without chunking it, although she will for sure start throwing pieces of food on the floor when she’s ready to get out. Still a garbage dumpster, will try anything, and wants to eat anything you are eating.
She says, ‘what’s that?,’ and ‘where’s ___?’ Getting a much more discernible mama, dada, sissa, and kitty cat. She throws in some version of thank you too.
She wants to be carried around 24/7 at home and has a bit of separation anxiety. If I walk too far away from her (in the one minute that her feet actually hit the ground), she will start running after me with her hands in the air to be picked up. HG and I have been trying to have a girls’ day once a week over the summer, and we have to be REALLY crafty about sneaking out to leave her with a babysitter. She watches us like a hawk and wants to be right beside us. While she used to willingly go to anyone, now she rarely goes to anyone other than us or grandparents. She will lay in your lap for a few minutes after she finishes her bottle before she does her signature roll to get down.
If you sit down on the floor with her or in a chair, she will sidle up to you between your legs and snuggle in. She will blow you kisses often but is stingy with actual, lean-in kisses. (I walked into her room one morning, and she started immediately blowing me kisses. Talk about melting!)
She is somewhat better about wearing shoes. Sometimes she’ll put them on without a fight, while others she will still pitch a huge fit.
Unfortunately, she is still very attached to her paci. Much to HG’s disappointment, we can’t find any other lovey that she’ll attach to. She wants to take it everywhere she goes.
She’s still using a bottle for most of her big milk drinks (2% milk), but she has also mastered a straw and likes her straw sippy cup best. She’ll carry it around with water. She can also hold her own bottle now which is nice.
She is officially a pain to eat out at a restaurant with because if she’s not eating, she wants DOWN. NOW.
She is still a mama’s girl, but the minute John walks in the door, she is all over him. Cries when he tries to change clothes, follows him around the kitchen (loves to chase him round and round), crawls up in his lap. It’s pretty adorable.
While she is still trying to figure out her gentle touch, she is sweet to the kitties, and they are sweet to her. They don’t immediately run from her anymore and actually lean in for her kisses.
At least three of her molars have come in. She might have a fourth, but I can’t get my hand in there to check anymore!
She likes to read and rock at bedtime. I’ll put her down in her crib and then rub her back or stroke her head. John laughs and says as he lays her down in the bed, he holds his breath, waiting to see if she’s going to roll over happily on her tummy to sleep or if she’ll keep rolling and pop up mad to be in her bed! Almost always sleeps on her tummy now. Will always take a morning two-hour nap but an afternoon nap is iffy, depending on her big sister’s afternoon activities. If she naps too late, she stays up all night (8:30), so sometimes it’s easier to keep her up and put her to bed at 6:30. On one night of desperation during teething, we tried to put her in our bed. She just got even more wound up and wouldn’t dare lay down. Complete opposite of her sister who wouldn’t leave our bed if she didn’t have to.
She’s developed quite a short temper when things don’t go her way (when you won’t let her open the microwave while it’s still on, when you won’t get her out of her high chair fast enough, when you take something out of her hand), and I laughed with Dr. Vargo that we might have to bring her in for a concussion next. She scrunches up her face at you and thrashes her whole body.
She walks everywhere now, in what we call her Frankenstein walk. I usually only see her crawl to help her get under a table. She would be up the stairs in a heartbeat, but I won’t let her try.
When she started getting mobile, I had a really hard time keeping her out of cabinets and was worried I was going to have to lock down the house. However, she’s gotten really good about stopping if I tell her no. She will still try, but if I catch her, she’ll easily stop and move on. Now the pantry…that’s a whole other story. She wants in there BAD.
At her checkup
Cackle contest
On her second day of major walking
Sister shenanigans
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