More Vital Stats

Silly me! I forgot to mention the super-important thing we did yesterday!

Yesterday, in addition to remembering where we were seven years ago, Hubby and I took the Beans in for their 1-year checkup.

Parker is 21 pounds, 1 ounce and 29.25 inches tall, and
Piper is 22 pounds, 13 punces and 30 inches.

Both Beans are right on track developmentally.

Wow. I wish you could see the Beans at mealtime. It's the cutest, funniest, most frustrating experience I've ever had five or six times a day. Katie enjoys it immensely because Katie bats cleanup.

Pipsi eats everything. Yogurt? Loves it. Veggies? Love 'em. Cereal? Sure! Fruits, chicken, fish, pasta? Bring it all on! The only thing she doesn't seem to care for are ground beef and tomato-based sauces which sadly rules out spaghetti as a menu item, but all else considered I have no room to complain. Pooki's another story.

Over the past several months, Pipsi's become much more quick to smile and express herself. On the other hand, Pooki has always been exceedingly expressive both facially and vocally. An area in which she expresses herself freely and copiously is in anything related to food. She's interested in everything we put in front of her as long as she doesn't have to eat it. She'll lick it, smear it all over her face and hair and gladly share it with Katie or Pipsi. Our little Pooki has been known to throw entire handfuls of cheerios overboard and then scream-whistle for Katie to come help herself, breakfast is served. Without Katie, Eureka Betsy would have died for good long ago; instead she keeps wheezing along, sucking up Katie's hair while Katie sucks up all the good stuff.

Dr Lionel says as long as she gets the basics, Parki's fine. And she takes a little supplement and is obviously growing well so there's nothing to worry about-- except for me hanging onto my sanity as I'm sprayed (AGAIN) by (ANOTHER) mouthful of lentil-vegetable dinner or am covered by another spoonful of yogurt slapped out of my hand and splattered all over my everything.

And now, the end of Happy Nappy draws nigh and I must change and feed the Beans, and then we're off to Costco to buy MILK. I'm sorry, what did I just write? MILK? MILK??? Why yes, milk. We can change from one of the most expensive formulas on the market ($25 per can) to MILK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cheap, easy, plain old get-it-anywhere, straight-from-the-jug MILK!!!!!!!

So I guess I should have mentioned that yesterday was one of the best days of Hubby's and my lives :)

But I still think I wear more food than Parki eats.