Sprite had her 18 month appointment yesterday.
First up, the loose diaper issues. Sprite has not lost any more weight since the last weigh in, but she hasn't gained anything either. The poopy problem seems to be abating a little (the daycare isn't circling her BM's in red anymore and the threatening looks have stopped) and Sprite is still her same devious self. So, the doctor chalked it up to Toddler's Diarrhea, although the diagnosis suggests she's getting too much exposure to juice which is far from true. I had cut out all access to acidic fruits and any juices for the last couple of weeks since this entire problem began, so unless she knows how to work a can opener (...maybe?), she can't get to the pineapple. John and I have reached our own conclusion. Sprite's stomach is way too sensitive and we need to consider its feelings more.
Sprite is now a weedy 33 inches tall and is right on track with her motor skills. The nurse was surprised when she asked me questions on Sprite's mental development and the little one took it upon herself to answer the questions personally.
"Can she name 3 or more body parts?"
Sprite stopped her pacing around the room and motioned for the nurse to lean down from her seat. She then brought her finger up to the nurse's face and announced "Nose!" as she beeped the appropriate body part. The nurse fell over herself with praise for Sprite, who had moved onto the nurse's eyes and was trying to jab her fingers into the sockets. The nurse then excused Sprite from any shots, proclaimed her a genius, and handed me Sprite's acceptance letter to Harvard.
The nurse measured Sprite's head circumference and made a clucking noise. She measured again. "No, I had it right the first time." She tried once more. Sprite was quickly losing patience with her audience and trying to yank the tape off her head as the nurse commented to herself and left the room.
When the doctor walked in, she announced, "Your daughter has a big head." (Side note- I have heard this from every medical professional out there about my kid's head. Before birth, in utero, they were constantly measuring her head and telling me that it was bigger in comparison to the rest of her. "Her body is measuring right on track at 37 weeks, but wow, that cranium is clocking in at 42 weeks!" Her first pictures confirm that she had a big noggin. Whenever she was charted at her well checks, her head circumference always came in way over the scale. So, to hear it now, well, color me surprised. ) (I always thought surprise should be the color turqouise.) (No?) (Whatever.)
"Big brains", I responded, smiling. The doctor then sized me up.
"You seem to have a big head too," she murmured, her hand immediately going for the measuring tape. I let my head be measured. "Yup, Sprite takes after her mama."
Nothing new here. Just ask John. (But make sure your questions are not open-ended as his opinion of how Sprite takes after me in all ways snarky is vast and deep, like a black hole, so unless you have hours to kill, keep it short and sweet.)
So, we're hopefully done with the diaper diaries for a while. Sprite was given a clean bill (and a clean diaper)and we're not expected back until her 24 month appointment, although the nurse did downgrade us when she handed Sprite a cat sticker for being so brave and brilliant and Sprite refused to say "Cat" instead of "Meow". I tried to tell her we have dogs in our family and Sprite just has a preference, but the nurse would not bend. Our acceptance letter to Harvard was taken away and now we'll have to settle for Yale.
Ouch. (She should have just given us the shots and been done with it.)
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