15 Month Check-Up

So, I happened to look at my planner around 10:30 this morning and realized that Olivia had her 15 month check-up scheduled for this afternoon. Pregnancy brain I tell you.

All is well and Olivia is a healthy little runt. She weighs 22 lbs, is 30 inches long and continues to have a small head. Weight is just under the 50%ile, height is around the 40%ile and head circumference, well, the 20%ile. It no longer bothers me that she has a Beetlejuice head, as I feel that she is the cutest darn Beetlejuice known to man, though Michael Keaton was pretty cute too. It did dawn on me that I do know where Olivia gets her little head and of course it is from me. When I buy baseball hats I can literally wear kid sizes and adult ones are always too big. Go figure.

For some reason I was unaware (don't ask me why, pregnancy brian again) that Olivia would receive not one, not two, but three shots today. She didn't even blink an eye with the first shot, but all hell broke loose on the second and third. The kid cried like you wouldn't believe. Of course, she gave Brandi (her nurse) "the eye" and refused to look at her or wave bye when we were leaving. She WILL be a grudge holder or a harborer of feelings (hmm, another trait of her mom's).

When I ask Olivia where her nose is now, she promptly touches her nose (maybe that is because she picks it to make me say "icy no picky"). She also touches her eye when I ask where her eye is (maybe that is because she tries to gouge mine out on a dialy basis) and knows what her toe toes are (maybe because she sucks the stupid things to tick me off). We are working on mouth and ear. She gets bored rather quickly when I repeatedly ask her to do things that are not on her agenda.

Now, a testimonial as to how smart Olivia really is. On Playhouse Disney there are two monkeys, Ooh and Aah who do little skits, sing and introduce the shows that will be coming on (if you are not familiar with Playhouse Disney, then I highly suggest you spend some quality time watching it on a daily basis). Well, at the end of Playhouse Disney time Ooh and Aah sing a goodbye song that goes "Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh, Aah Aah, Bye Bye, Ooh Ooh, Aah Aah, Bye Bye, Bye Bye". So, the other day Olivia and I are heading out and about in the pouring down rain after purchasing our FAVORITE new diaper bag (long story, ask later) and we are listening to the new Playhouse Disney CD I bought for us to listen to in the car (she absolutely loves it, I swear). Anyway, we are driving along and Ooh and Aah come on (they are the MC's for the CD) and they start singing a little bit of a different version (minus the bye bye part) but Olivia immediately starts saying "bye bye" every few seconds and waving. At first I thought maybe she was just saying bye bye, because she does say it out of the blue once in a while, but it was totally for the song. She did it again on the way home from the doctor today. Then, I began singing it in the living room after dinner and Olivia filled in with the "bye bye" part. Smart (another trait of her mom's).

Oh, and because I have not talked about poop in a really long time, I would like to share that Olivia no longer has nugget issues and poops with the best of them now. She has truly earned her name of Poopy Pants. Kim LOVES it!

I am NOT a Slacker!

You may think that I am slacking on my blogging job, but the truth of the matter is that as a child grows older, the amazing things they learn to do grow further apart. It seemed like everything Olivia learned at first was all scrunched together and there was always something to write about. Now that she has hit 1, things have slowed down. That, or pregnancy brain has kicked in full force and I can't remember what she is doing (refer to that if you read something I have already shared from this point on until Baby B #2 is born).


Olivia now refers to EVERY dog she sees as Do Do. She will see a dog, say Do Do and then pant like a dog. Apparently, she also believes that the monkeys at the zoo are Do Do's as she reacted the exact same way when she saw them last weekend.


Speaking of the zoo, Olivia had her first trip to the zoo Easter weekend and the reaction was less than enthusiatic. It appeared like she really had no opinion one way or another. We took her to the petting zoo and I of course told Chuck she was not allowed to touch any of the animals (another OCD of mine). It really didn't matter that I said that because she could have cared less about them. Chuck did have her touch a goat and there was no reaction.



Olivia has started eating all people food (I don't know what else to call it) as of the last week or two. It is so nice making one dinner for all of us. She eats EVERYTHING. We went to our neighborhood Italian joint about a week ago and the child ate fried raviolli, salad with creamy garlic dressing, salad with thousand island dressing, chicken amaggio, pepper steak, onions, tomatoes, peppers, bread, french fries and chicken strips. She loved every single bite of it! She will try, and usually eat anything; even swiss chesse the other day. However, she quickly came to her senses and realized that this was the most repulsive cheese that has ever touched her lips. and spit it out by the 2nd bite. Smart girl.



We are currently going through a stage of "changing diapers and clothes is the funniest thing ever". Funny to Olivia, as she Kung Fu Baby grips the changing table rail and rolls herslf over so we can't get her changed. She laughs the entire time until I get "serious" and hold her down until she realizes I am done playing, then the tears come until I find the baby Desitin for her to play with until we are finished. It's a viscious cycle I tell you.


One of Olivia's new favorite things to do is go behind the speakers and entertainment center to play with and try to unplug cords. I count to three and if she isn't out (and she never is) then I go get her and time out begins. Well, this is how the scene played out last night.

Me: One....(in my stern voice)
Olivia: TWO (shouting and throwing her fist up in the air) Eeee (that means three). And a BIG
ole smile on her face.

This happened every time I begancounting. Of course I laughed and Chuck gave me the eye and said I wasn't helping matters, but darn it, it was funny!

No new words as of lately and our sign language signs are starting to become mixed up at times. Sometimes we get "think think think" for more or more for eat. I know what she wants though.

Pictures will follow soon.