18 months already??

Yes, I gave in and broke out the passy to help her regain some compusure. Desperate times call for desperate measures!!
Life was good at this point because the dr's visit had come to an end and she was admiring her sticker!

My baby girl is 18 months and I can hardly believe it!! It is amazing how fast her life is flying by right before our eyes! On one hand I feel like she should still be a teeny tiny baby and on the other I feel like she has always been with us. It's hard to remember life without her. I never imagined the amount of joy she could bring to our lives. What a true blessing she is!! I'm so unworthy of such a gift from God!!

It is so fun at this age to watch her ability to express every emotion to an even exaggerated degree. When she is happy, you know it! She is babbling in her own little language, giggling at who knows what, and even feels the need to break out in a dance every now and then. When she is sad, you know it! She knows exactly how to poke out that bottom lip and tear your heart out of your chest!! When she is mad, YOU KNOW IT! She arches her back and throws herself on the floor in the worst temper tantrum you've ever seen. She already knows how to march off and find a place to sulk too when the tantrum doesn't seem to get any attention. I guess along with all the good that comes with the stage, comes the bad too. It's the precious times that carry you through the ugly fits that you never thought your sweet child could throw!

With all of that said, we had her 18 month well check-up today and boy was it a traumatic experience for her. From the second we entered the room she broke down into hysterics. She was completely and totally aware (much more so than past appts.) of what the next few minutes would hold....more shots! Like I explained above, because Olivia is so in tune with her emotions=) this made for a dramatic scene at the pediatrician's office today. Once she began crying she could not get control of herself, nor could I get control of her. And once she saw that the prick was bad enough to need a band-aid she cried even harder. It was like the band-aid was a constant reminder of what had been done and every time she saw it she would lose control and break down crying again. Dr.Stone assured us that this was normal and would probably be worse at the 2 year appt. and get better from then on out. Let's hope so, because our sweet baby girl definitely knows how to take drama to a whole new level!!! Oh, what a day at the doctor!!!

Like a flip of a switch however, she was all better. The second we left the building her day was instantly fabulous! Rush and I took her to O'Carr's where she got to sit in the booth like a big girl next to me. She sat so tall and proud!!! It was the best and easiest lunch (at a restaurant) we have had in a long time. She is all about being a big girl! It's amazing how young that starts and so sad for me to watch her grow up too fast!

Anyways...just FYI...our little punkin weighed 20 pounds today! Yes, only 20 pounds. She is in the 8th percentile for weight and the 80th percentile for height. (Dr.Stone assured us her body type would just be long and lean) I promise I'm feeding her good!!! However,don't be fooled by this little light weight...that 20 pounds can sure hold her ground and let her voice be heard!!! =)