Saturday, March 2, 2013

One Year.



**I wrote this on her actual birthday. The next morning she woke with a fever of 105 and we were propelled into two solid weeks of sick children, enacting our own quarantine. Cutter's first fever-free day was Friday (as in yesterday). Spring cannot come soon enough.



Today I feel as if my baby has been catapulted into the years of pubescence and teenage drama. Perhaps I’m overreacting, but I haven’t known a year to go by faster than the past twelve months has. It’s only a matter of time before she’s crying into my shoulder about some boy, or better yet some girl that has wronged her. Oh, I cannot even let my wandering mind travel to such angst lest my fierce and protective heart be overwrought with fabricated vignettes.

I digress.

I was eager to get her official stats at her check-up this morning, though I had not calculated the effect that three vaccinations would have on her poor little body. She did not have a very fun birthday and in fact, spent the majority of it napping or snuggling in my lap as I wiped her nose. She developed a temperature soon after we returned home and welcomed the warmth and comfort of her crib almost directly upon our arrival.

We managed to celebrate the occasion with a family rendition of ‘Happy Birthday,’ in which she exhibited an uncanny preclusion to the saccharine treat in front of her. In fact, she threw it at her grandmother in disgust. Happy Birthday, dear one!



Scout at 12 months old/1 year:
Weighing just over 20 pounds (up to 30%)
Measuring 30 inches tall (up to 75%)
Wearing size 12 months or 12-18 months clothes
Size 4 shoe
Size 3 diapers during the day, 4 at night
Taking 4 bottles of milk a day/4-8 ounces each (and hold me; waking up 1-3 times a night with a bottle at each)
Going to bed by 7 pm and up for day by 7 am
2 naps; one morning that varies in time and length depending on our schedule that day, and always an afternoon nap from 1-3 or 4 pm
Eating everything, seriously. Quite often refuses to let me feed her so I just give her everything that we have in small pieces. Favorites include peas, applesauce, clementines, toast with butter, any kind of cracker, and cheese.
Up to 9 teeth, including one molar.
Signing ‘please,’ ‘more,’ and ‘all done.’
Has developed a strong penchant for climbing – everything. She has the bumps and bruises to prove it.

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