18 months

Dear Alex at the doctor's office

Beautiful Wife, Nanny J. and I took Dear Alex to the doctor yesterday for the 18 month check-up. It's hard to believe that she's already 18 months old - those months flew by - it seems like nothing yet at the same time it's hard to imagine or even remember that there was a time before she existed. Odd concept, that.

Dear Alex is in great health, and was in great form for the wonderful doctor L.
(she cried through the entire visit - perhaps she knew that there was a shot coming) Alex weighed in at 24.2 pounds (with diaper) and is now all of 32.5 inches tall and growing like a weed. Most of the exam was just talking about her development, and I am proud to say that she seems to be pretty smart. Of course BW and I think she's a genius, but it's nice to have a disinterested third party confirm that she's got the verbal skills of a two-year-old. It was kind of fun enumerating her new words and her motor development (the climbing on things, her adeptness with crayons, etc.) Our excitement over her prodigious word skills was deflated a bit by Dr. L., who pointed out that in order for a word to count, it has to be recognizable to a stranger... Oh. You mean that "up-ca" (cup) doesn't count?
We know what she means, she knows what she means...