The Buckleys: 16 Months and Growing...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

16 Months and Growing...

Yesterday I took Eleanore to the doctor for her 15-month check up (a month late). She received a clean bill of health, three booster shots and a chicken pox immunization. She had to get so many this time because when we were there for one-year appointment the nurse was out so they didn't give her any immunizations so this time we had to get those and we went ahead and did the 18-month shots so we won't have to put her through the drama more than once in two months...and believe me it was drama.

It was actually quite an annoying appointment because we got there on time at 9 o'clock and sat in the waiting room for 25 minutes then got moved to an exam room where we waited for another HOUR before the nurse came in. By this time we were well into Eleanore's usual nap time so she was already grumpy. When the nurse finally came in, Eleanore wanted NOTHING to do with the her or the doctor and was holding on tightly to my neck and saying "mommy, mommy." She was totally hysterical, even before the shots. I really can't blame her for being upset: sitting in an 8X8 exam room for an hour and half with nothing to do and then having strangers up in her face when she should have been sleeping and then getting four shots in her sweet little legs...I'd be grumpy too.

It was kind of funny actually because she was freaking out so much then we gave her some Tylenol and she totally turned the tears off and happily said "More!" That's my girl. Really.

Here are her stats at 16 months:

Weight: 21 lbs. 12 ounces (21%)
Height: 32 1/2 inches (95%)
Head Circumference: 47 cm (95%)

On the upside, the doctor was very impressed with Eleanore's communication skills (she said quite a few words -- i.e., no, mommy, no, daddy, no, stop, no, bye-bye, NO -- while she was throwing her fit and stopped long enough to show the doc all of her body parts).

6 comments:

Miriam said...: HAHA! That's funny! I love the communication skills...jeese if thats all they're supposed to have down, Milly is great at saying NO!! Looks like she's TALL TALL TALL (and a little lanky :) woot woot I smell a baller!!! :); May 28, 2009 at 10:41 PM
Sarah said...: So fun. Macy's about the same size, I think! (maybe not so tall!). It's funny- Syd's only 28 lbs... growing slows down from here out :). Glad she's a talker- more fun for you!!; May 29, 2009 at 12:11 PM
Kim said...: Dr. appointments can be so hard sometimes. I always bring a few toys to play with or something to draw on (I still do this w/ a 4 & 6 yr. old) and a lollipop always helps. :) I'm glad it's all over for awhile, and that she is doing good!; May 29, 2009 at 2:40 PM
* Nancy * said...: Tim and I could totally relate to your 1 1/2 hour wait at the doctor's office!!!

So sad that she was grumpy and so ready to get out of there!! I don't blame her.
Eleanore is a growing chica!

BTW, I love El's photo shoot! She looks so lovely.

We miss you guys!; May 29, 2009 at 7:55 PM
Ashley said...: I seriously hate waiting for shots. It's so frustrating, but nice to have done with eh? She seems like a skinny tall thing:-); May 30, 2009 at 10:20 AM
Celeste said...: She does talk really well. Too bad for the shots. I always feel guilty driving to the doctor knowing it is time for shots and them not knowing what is about to happen until the nurse pops in with those painful shots.; June 8, 2009 at 10:27 PM

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I want to remember it like this...

October 2010:

Both Ivy and Maya say "Dada." Maya says in her growly voice a very clear, "DAD!" They are growing up too fast.

Eleanore likes to look in the mirror next to our table while we are eating dinner and she'll often talk to her reflection. She'll say things like "Who are you?" Yesterday she said, "Bananas smell good. Dirty socks don't smell good."

Eleanore dressed up like a fairy and announced "I am a Fairy Gospel."

In preperation for Halloween, Eleanore has been talking about all the things she could be and pretending to be many different Halloween-like characters including a nice witch and a mean witch. The nice witch laughs like this "HaHaHa" (high pitched and smiling. The mean witch laughs like this "HeHeHe" (low voice and scowl).

September 2010:

A friend of my mine stopped by to visit and she had her friend's son, Adam, with her. Throughout our hour-long visit Eleanore kept repeating "Adam was a prophet, first one that we know..." over and over. I kind of felt bad for the boy (who incidently is not a member of our church and doesn't know that Primary song), but it was pretty funny.

Eleanore has picked up on a few phrases that I use...that I think I picked up from my pops. "I'm exasperated." and "Oh Fiddlesticks." The latter really makes me think of my Dad.

After Bryan brushed Eleanore's hair she turned and said, "Thanks, Sweetie!"

August 2010:

Out of the blue (during a converstation lull...the girl doesn't like silence) Eleanore will often suggest, "Let's chat!"

Eleanore announces. "I know Portuguese." We ask, "Really, what?" "Portuguese!"

My new name: "Momster." Sometimes, even "Momsterarooski."

Eleanore loves to give giant hugs (just what they sound like), big smackarooskis (big kisses), and little mouse hugs (whe touches my shoulder with both hands and then busts up laughing).

July 2010:

Walking outside, Eleanore began narrating: "It was a beautiful summer day..."

A few months ago a man in our ward fell of the roof. We were talking about it because we were going to bring them dinner, and haven't really talked about it since. Today when El woke up from her nap she whispered, "Mom, someone fell off the roof." I asked who, totally not knowing what she was talking about. "Brother Dumm." She announced. It was actually a man named Brother Barrett, but Brother Dumm was sick at the same time and Bryan went to visit him the same day. What a memory she has.

June 2010:

I often tell Eleanore that if we watch too much TV our brains will get mushy. The other day I told her it was time to turn off the TV and she said, "Yes, my hair is mushy."

I told Eleanore that the babies didn't feel good. She said, "Mom, when I'm a grown up I can be a doctor and take care of them."

Eleanore asked what "No problem" means. I told her it meant you'd be glad to do it. Since then, I asked her if she would like to finger paint, she replied, "I'd be glad to do it." I got the same response when I asked if she wanted a piece of candy.

May 2010:

"[Ivy] is a precious girl. I feel that in my heart," Eleanore after kissing Ivy.

"My hair is not a toy Mom," Eleanore to Mom after sitting through three attempts at French braids.

"It's hard being a big sister," Eleanore.

"I love you, I love you, I really, really love you," Eleanore singing very seriously and loudly.

Eleanore asked to watch a t.v. show called Max and Ruby, I told her, "No, I don't like that show. " She responded, " Then you go away and I'll watch it. I like it."

January 2010:

"Babies poop a lot," Eleanore to Mom as I changed yet another diaper. "Babies cry a lot," Eleanore to Mom about five minutes later.