Monkey growth patterns & phobia conquering
As most of you know from my early blurty entries, Elena has always been a little bit small. So small, in fact, that I was afraid she might be a midget. No mocking, I've heard it all before. Well, after 2 years of a high calorie diet and monitoring by a pediatric GI, I'm pleased to announce that the Monkey is now normal! She is 36" tall and 28 pounds (with clothes), which puts her in 25th percentile for height, 10th percentile for weight, and 50th percentile for height-to-weight or whatever they call it for proportion. She's never been above the 15th percentile in anything other than head circumference, where she is out of the park (thus contributing to the bobble-head look). Ammon took her to the GI yesterday and heard the good news. Now she will get weaned off Pediasure, which will make our grocery shopping trips so much cheaper (although she is really stressed out about this and keeps telling us that she is still allowed to have "chocolate milk pediasure"). Plus, according to the doubling your height at 30 months rule, she'll be 5'7 as an adult. Same as the height predictor, which is based on parents' heights. Now I have one less thing to be paranoid about. I only hope that the next baby is big and fat like babies are supposed to be.*
And because she is so big now, she went on an elevator yesterday!** Twice, actually! Once to get to the doctor (only 1 floor - and they had to find a security guard to let them down the stairs after) and once up to my office! They came to say hi after her doctor's appt since they were in the city (actually it was 5:30 by the time they got here, so I just left with them) and she said she wanted to come up to my office. I was pretty nervous about this idea because in fact the elevators in my building are terrifying.*** But she did it and she was fine. Of course, as soon as she came off the elevator at my floor and saw me, she said, "where are the stairs?" I of course deflected and said we're going to my office for a second, etc., etc. When we were ready to leave, she asked again, so I lied and said there were no stairs because we were up too high (no way I'm carrying a child and stroller down 25 flights of stairs). So I made sure we got on one of the non-freaky elevators and she did a great job. She was clinging onto me for dear life, but she didn't cry and a nice old lady distracted her so she didn't even notice the landing. Hopefully, this is the first step toward being able to ride elevators regularly because it gets really annoying locating and walking up stairs everywhere. To get to her doctor, we have to go up 4 flights. To get to H&M, we have to walk to the opposite end of the mall to go upstairs and then walk back to the store. Also because once we have the baby in a stroller, we'll have to take elevators.
Next phobia to conquer = airplanes. But not any time soon.
*I always tell moms that their kids are big because I mean it as a compliment, but I think maybe not everyone takes it that way. Can't we all agree that a big kid is a healthy kid? I guess maybe not with childhood obesity, but up until like age 5. Parents are so weird.
** For those of you that don't know, Elena is scared of elevators. Not just a little - in a complete disabling, phobic way. Every time we go anywhere new, her first question is "is there an elevator?" or "is it upstairs or downstairs?"
*** Once I was in one that fell 2 floors. It was so brief, but I did have enough time to wonder at what point in the plummet I was supposed to jump to lessen the impact and not break my legs.
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2007-11-15 19:25
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She was quite a brave girl. I should mention though that she actually went up three floors in the elevator to get to the doctor. Once she had gotten in I figured we had done the hard part.
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2007-11-16 11:24
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"An escalator is a moving stairway." "An airport or jetport is where planes take off and land." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread) |
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