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18 months

Claire is a bit over 18 months, but we weren't able to get her in for her 18 month appointment until now--issues with being a single parent. Anyway, she did so well. I pushed off her hep A shot until today because she wasn't perfect (runny nose and eyes) at her 15 month appointment, which is my point of concern as a parent. Anyway, I elected to split that series of shots between two appointments. She didn't cry at all! It was rather amazing. She usually does very well, but tears seem to be inevitable. She is doing well developmentally too. Here are her stats:
height: 30.5 inches (30th %ile)
weight: 20 pounds 12 oz (5th %ile)
head circumferance: 48 cm. (75th %ile)
All in all things are looking up as she's climbing up the height chart! She's still a little peanut, but doing well. We quickly ran to Old Navy to get her some new pjs. She is over the one piece fleece jammies much to my sadness. I wish they made those in adult sizes! Anyway, she actually chose to sleep in a fleece jogging suit instead of her jammies one night this week. I allowed this in leiu of an argument. We bought some new jammies and found some rainboots. They are adorable but a bit big. She has fallen a few times because of their size. Oh well. She'll grow into them. This kid is a girly girl--shoes are her thing. Fun for me.

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