Friday, April 30, 2010

April 30, 2010 - Day 1

So I have decided to try to post a picture of Lizzie every day. I doubt I'll stick with it for a year or anything, but hopefully I last longer than a week or two! I couldn't decide if I wanted to make a new blog for these daily posts or to just keep them here. As you can see, I decided to post them here and just keep everything together. Plus I couldn't think of cute name for a new blog that hadn't already been taken. So here goes!

Today Lizzie had her 18 month checkup. (18 MONTHS!) She weighs 24 lbs and is approximately 31" long. She was pretty dang squirmy when the nurse tried to get her height measurement though. They laid her on the same table that they lay her on when she she gets her shots. She freaked out even though she didn't get any shots! Such a punk. :)

On the way to the appointment, I would say "Dr. B" or "potty" (not sure why) and she would burst into these wonderful little giggles every time. That girl cracks me up.

In this photo, Lizzie is reading a book to her daddy while they snuggle on the couch. ♥

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


My daughter is fearless. She doesn't really seem to be afraid of very many things. When she was still tiny, she was scared of loud noise like dogs barking. She would cry or fuss if someone would cough loudly. But now she laughs. Or pretends to cough herself.

The vacuum sends her into a fit of giggles. She squeals and is fascinated by it. She will go down a dark hallway and into her dark room (I'm talking pitch black here) and find her toys or books and start playing with them. We go down there and turn lights on for her, but she was totally fine without them. One time we heard banging and found her in the bathtub, behind the curtain, in the dark, pulling shampoo bottles off the shelf and dropping them in the tub.

I kinda figured this was a toddler thing. A "lights or no lights, I'm gonna play" type of thing. But a colleague of my husband's told him about her son and how he is a wuss and afraid of everything. She doesn't need to worry about her son diving head first down the stairs or climbing into the fire pit.

My sweet little baby girl is one. Well, more specifically one and a half! (She turned 18 months old 6 days ago!!) She is practically fearless. I know this could change next month or next week or in two minutes. But for right now, I am terrified. And so very proud.