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Caroline update
Aug. 3rd, 2004 09:39 amCaroline went into the Doctor for her wellness visit yesterday. As of Thursday, she will be 20 month old. She weighs 28 pounds and is 34 inches long. They say you can double a child’s height at the age of 2 to have a fair guess what their final height will be. We are betting about 6 feet at this point. She doesn’t mind the waiting room in the Doctor’s Office but as soon as she is in the examining room with either the nurse or the doctor she lets up the howl of the damned. She was a little better this time. As long as neither the doctor nor the nurse were within touching distance, she was fine. We ran through the development questions and she is, as all children are, ahead in some things especially motor skills and even or just a bit behind in others.
At dinner she exhibited some new behavior which I attribute to some part from her observations of her cousin at the beach. She wanted to try what we were eating. So we gave her some chicken chunks (ate maybe one), curried squash (ate the inside leaving the skin), Corn on the cob (we think she ate some but it was hard to tell) and fruit (ate part of a strawberry and mashed the rest into her food tray.) The little baby dime has dropped about solid food I think.
Since she had such a late lunch, we fed her dinner after we were done. She put up a fight with Peter with all her food avoidance tricks. She turned to me as I was leaving the room and said with a firm voice “Mama”. Peter said, “I think she wants you to feed her.” So I sat down and she ate without problem. She was down to some strained pears when I got an idea. My Aunt Mary Ann had given Caroline a bent spoon as a gift when she was born. The spoon is such that a child can easily grasp the handle. I had forgotten about the spoon until my mother and I talked about it at the beach. I found the spoon, dipped it into the pears and handed it to Caroline. She grasped the spoon and looked at it. I could see her eyes light up. She put the spoon in her mouth and ate the pears. As I held the pear container, she proceeded to experiment with feeding herself with a spoon. Not all of it made it into her, but by the end she had sorted out most of the mechanics. She fed herself and was quite pleased with herself.
I gave her a bath to get the rest of the food that was smeared all over her and put her into Pjs. I brought her downstairs and put her down to run around before bedtime. She ran over to the kitchen door and started banging on it. “Caroline,” I said, “There is no one in the kitchen.” She knocked on the door harder and started protesting about something. OK, she was not going to be happy until I opened that door. So I opened the kitchen door and said to Caroline, “What do you want?” She gave me a small smile and ran to the refrigerator. She tugged on the handle and said “Ba! Ba!” “Do you want a Bottle?” I asked. Big grin and she said, “Yeah!” I called Peter over so he could see this for himself. I gave her the final bottle of the day and she settled down for the evening. They say that children grow up fast. I now agree with them.
At dinner she exhibited some new behavior which I attribute to some part from her observations of her cousin at the beach. She wanted to try what we were eating. So we gave her some chicken chunks (ate maybe one), curried squash (ate the inside leaving the skin), Corn on the cob (we think she ate some but it was hard to tell) and fruit (ate part of a strawberry and mashed the rest into her food tray.) The little baby dime has dropped about solid food I think.
Since she had such a late lunch, we fed her dinner after we were done. She put up a fight with Peter with all her food avoidance tricks. She turned to me as I was leaving the room and said with a firm voice “Mama”. Peter said, “I think she wants you to feed her.” So I sat down and she ate without problem. She was down to some strained pears when I got an idea. My Aunt Mary Ann had given Caroline a bent spoon as a gift when she was born. The spoon is such that a child can easily grasp the handle. I had forgotten about the spoon until my mother and I talked about it at the beach. I found the spoon, dipped it into the pears and handed it to Caroline. She grasped the spoon and looked at it. I could see her eyes light up. She put the spoon in her mouth and ate the pears. As I held the pear container, she proceeded to experiment with feeding herself with a spoon. Not all of it made it into her, but by the end she had sorted out most of the mechanics. She fed herself and was quite pleased with herself.
I gave her a bath to get the rest of the food that was smeared all over her and put her into Pjs. I brought her downstairs and put her down to run around before bedtime. She ran over to the kitchen door and started banging on it. “Caroline,” I said, “There is no one in the kitchen.” She knocked on the door harder and started protesting about something. OK, she was not going to be happy until I opened that door. So I opened the kitchen door and said to Caroline, “What do you want?” She gave me a small smile and ran to the refrigerator. She tugged on the handle and said “Ba! Ba!” “Do you want a Bottle?” I asked. Big grin and she said, “Yeah!” I called Peter over so he could see this for himself. I gave her the final bottle of the day and she settled down for the evening. They say that children grow up fast. I now agree with them.
