One of us is a peanut...

Gracie had her 15 month check up today. She flipped out when we walked into the doctors office. I think it was PTSD from having her blood drawn last week for lead testing. She wouldn't let go of me.


The doctor had the brilliant idea of weighing her while I held her. I argued. I did not want to get weighed. I suggested putting her on the baby scale and standing close by so that I could catch her if she tried to jump off. I l lost, the doctor insisted on his way. We got on the scale together and then I handed her to the doctor and weighed myself. The doctor then subtracted my weight from our weight to come up with a whopping 22.5 pounds , putting her in the 50th percentile for weight. Me? Well I discovered that my scale at home is 7 pounds off. That's right 7. In less than thirty seconds I went from someone who thought that they had 2-3 pounds and a lot of toning to do to be in pre baby shape, to someone who has 10 pounds to lose. Awesome.

This was the first time that they measured Grace standing up, so her height was actually the same as three months ago, 29.5 inches. Back then, it put her in the 50th percentile. Now, 29.5 inches puts her in the 10th.

Don't worry Gracie, what you lack in stature you make up for in spunk. I'm also praying that stocky makes a comeback....