2 Year Check Up

Wow. 2 years??? Ava had her 2 year old check up today and passed with flying colors.

Stats:
27 lbs, 1 oz (50th percentile)
34 inches (50th percentile)

So, she finally caught up in the weight department. Must be the that big tummy she has. :-) She was great for the doctor--she talked quite a bit and even showed off a little and put her pants on by herself when she was done being examined. We almost got away without any shots, but we (well, I) opted for the flu shot. The nurse was great, though, and occupied her with a sticker and a sucker just before she stabbed her in the thigh. Ava didn't even cry! And now she doesn't have to go back until she's three! Crazy!

We've been so lucky with Ava's health. She's only ever had a few colds (nothing to warrant a doctor's visit) and we just had to take her to an after hours clinic for the first time a few weeks ago. Her left thumb was swollen to about twice the size of her right thumb, was red, cracked, and really looked quite gross. We figured it was from thumb sucking (she does it when she's tired or sleeping) but didn't know for sure and we couldn't get into her regular doctor for a few more days. And the nurse really couldn't say much over the phone without seeing it. So, the doctor at the clinic confirmed our suspicions and recommended some neosporin to put on it and some stuff called "Thumb" which is like a polish to paint on that makes the thumb taste bad. It cleared up after about a week. Ava loved having the polish put on ("Paint! Paint") but it really didn't seem to deter her efforts much.

Ava has been stringing more words together in the last week or two--it's kind of amazing what a difference it is! She says almost everything in two word sentences now and mimics us more than ever--it's pretty cute. She's also started saying little excerpts from songs. One of her favorites is "Ring around the Rosie"--She just says "Rosie" and "Pocket" and beckons us to stand up, hold hands, and circle around. She also started saying "Rocka" "Baby" "Treepop" which sums up the "Rock-a-bye baby" song.

Of course, not everything is rosy and peachy keen. Ava became quite the escape artist over Thanksgiving weekend, crawling out of her crib at our house or the pack n play at Grandma's more times than I could count. It was pretty frustrating. But, tough love prevailed. In the name of Supernanny, I simply put her back in the crib each time without speaking to her. It has worked so far. But boy, is she swift! She can hoist her leg over the top of the crib without any struggle at all and slide down to the floor. She can also open her door by herself (reminds me, we need to get some of those doorknob cover things). It's actually pretty entertaining to see her just walk nonchalantly up to our bed in the morning and announce her presence. Ugh, I'm just not ready to give up on the crib yet.

So, Scot's officially a "Guard bum" now, as they're called. He's already been pretty motivated to pick up the slack around the house so I hope the momentum continues! And I did end up getting a promotion, so the timing worked out well. It's a little scary to have extra responsibilities, but I guess I won't be bored anytime soon.