Baking

I'm happy to say that I am NOT going crazy with those shoes.  Sad to say the reason is because they don't squeak.  Yes, he's right back up on his toes, completely ignoring the fact that if he walks heel-toe they will squeak.  He simply doesn't care about it anymore.  Abby is much more interested in them than he is.  But then again she's a shoe girl. I'm still holding out hope that maybe he'll walk flat footed more than before, but...I'm not holding my breath.

On a better note, we baked the other day.  Yah!  

William used his new spatula he got from Grandma and Grandpa A for Christmas.  He's a pro with his whisk, but this was his first official use of the spatula. 

The little man loves his cookies!  And Abby...don't even get me started.  She thinks that every time she steps her toe outside she needs one.  That's partly because I try to time snack time with outside play time, so as to eliminate the crumbs inside.  Smart, I know!  She can pack 'em away with the best of them.

On a side note, I finally got around to getting Abby's 18 month well checkup done.  The doctor asked why I missed the 15 month check, and I said I wasn't completely aware she needed to come in at 15 months.  Oh well. 

I got to see an actual doctor this time, since for her 12 month check up I didn't "request" to see the doctor, so she only saw the PA.  (For the record, the PA was excellent, I just wanted to see a doctor this time.)  I was hesitant to leave the pediatric practice that I love, but since it is about 50 minutes away now I took the plunge.  I'm glad I did, as the doctor was wonderful! 

I told him my wonderful eater has turned into Miss NO, not wanting to eat much of anything these days, and he assured me that was fine.  As long as she was eating from each food group in a week she'd be okay.  (What group do cookies fall into? haha!)  Abby was so kind to the doctor, no screaming or fighting.  In fact she looked at the doctor with her big eyes and said, "Hi!"  She now is 32 inches tall, putting her exactly in the 50th percentile.  She is 22.7 pounds, which is the 30th percentile.  I'll take it!  She was pretty good for her shots, and barely cried.  The nurse put a Tweety band aid on, and she took one look at her leg and promptly said, "Owie!"  Throughout the whole exam William didn't blink an eye.  He loves playing doctor at home, and since her visit has an ever renewed interest in it.