lauren :: eleven months

My emotions have been very mixed this past week as Lauren hit her eleven month birthday. My baby isn't a little baby anymore! She's becoming more "little girl" every day. Of course I am excited to see her develop and transform into the sweet and friendly person she is going to be, but it scares me how fast the time has passed. It's probably because I am a procrastinator by nature, I tend to put stuff off until the last second. But my kids are teaching me that I can't do that; they aren't going to stop growing up because I want to be lazy for a week day or two.

 

Weight: 16 lbs., 2 oz.

Height: 26 inches

At her check-up last week the doctor's were much more optimistic about her "issues." They lowered the dose of her thyroid medication and believe her pituitary is normal. Thyroid function and pituitary concerns were the main reasons (other than weight loss) she was admitted to the hospital in July.  The only new "concern" is that she is officially anemic, but judging by our kids diets, if she is anemic, then Will is too. She continues to gain weight and have a healthy appetite, so we don't have to be as hyper-vigilant with her diet either.

She loves playing with Will when he is happy. She is learning that he is less predictable than her parents and that the toys he hoards are the most fun.

She loves being outside. Her eyes look so blue on bright, sunny days. She's not very discriminating about what she puts in her mouth, so we have to watch her carefully. She chews on everything these days--I'm pretty sure she's getting ready for another round of teething. She currently has 4 on top and 3 on bottom, which are quite useful when it comes to eating.

She's always on the move. I've almost stepped on her so many times when she has snuck up behind me, especially in the kitchen. She's quiet and fast. She's also started to pull herself up, but Will's doing the best he can to keep the good woman down. He's been on the receiving end of many time-outs after he's knocked her over or pried her fingers off the side of the coffee table.

She loves music and she loves her dad. She loves to be held and she loves peek-a-boo. She's our sunshine and we can't get enough of her.