Birthday hangover

Well, it’s five days after Taylor celebrated her big birthday, and things are just starting to settle at the Famous Amys house. I cleaned out her closet to make room for all of her new, adorable clothes, took a round of baby-toys up to the attic to create space for all of the Dora loot she acquired and brought the remaining cupcakes into Childwatch yesterday. The only party residue we really have left are the Dora balloons, and those I am either gonna have to kill with the scissors after T goes to bed, or I can just let her drag them around the house until they wither away to nothing. Sorry, Dora – It’s going to be a slow death for you. Payback for plastering your face on every commercial product known to man.

And other than dealing with a few official two-year old tantrums, our week has been spent detoxing from cake and ice cream, soaking up the gorgeous spring weather, taking hot-laps on the new trike and bringing Taylor to the pediatrician for her two-year check-up. The appointment was on Monday, and I was overly relieved to find out that we didn’t have any shots this visit. Because mixing a birthday hangover with a few vaccinations sounds like something even Lindsay Lohan wouldn’t be able to handle.

And even though I had enough Dora gummie snacks stuffed into my pockets to feed a small army – Thanks, Steph! – I was shocked at how well my little peanut handled the visit. Such a big girl! Literally. Taylor’s new stats are 33 ½ pounds, 35 inches long, keeping her right up there in the 95th-percentile of kids her age, which is where she’s measured since birth. And, for that matter, it’s the percentile that I have always landed in. So my daughter and I share another thing in common – Consistency. And a deep love for vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and dry-roasted peanuts.

Everything else checked out great at the visit. We have one super-healthy girl on our hands, and Dr Childers was pretty impressed with how good her motor skills are and how well she is talking. Every visit we have to fill out some sort of survey-thing to let them know how well she’s developing, and in the Speech section there was a question about whether or not she’s putting words together and if she is able to communicate what she wants, and, if so, what sorts of things does she say. And I laughed out loud. And then I wrote, Give me a Dora snack, No, Ruby, this is MY room, I want to go outside, and Let’s go to the park. Oh yes, Doctor. The princess is very good at communicating what she wants. Another thing she has in common with her Momma.