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eighteen months!
Nov. 12th, 2008 10:57 pmMy baby is a year and a half today! Eighteen months! I can hardly believe it has been that long, and yet, it seems like forever ago that I was pregnant. I think that's a pretty recent development because it felt so fresh and recent for a long time, and it just now occurs to me that I can't imagine what it was actually like before she was born.
I took her to her eighteen month check-up today. That was the suck! After a fourteen-month hiatus, Evelyn returned to the world of vaccinations. She's now as vaccinated as a six-month-old! Woot! Ugh. I have gone back and forth on the whole subject several times, so we just sort of took a break from it. We were going to start them again last time, but she was sick and I am not a believer in the vaccination of sick children. Well, at least not my sick child. Well, I wouldn't vaccinate yours, either, but rarely does anyone actually turn over their parenting decisions to me, which is unfortunate because I know everything. Clearly. [If you did not hear the sarcasm and self-deprecation there, this may not be the journal for you.] Anyway! We made the decision to vaccinate again and I am semi-okay with it but I worry because I am me. Please feel free to tell me that I am not a horrible mother for letting them put poison into my child. I feel kind of sick when I think about them sliding those needles into her leg. She, of course, has probably forgotten about it already but I have not. She was a bit out of sorts today and possibly a touch feverish, but she is sleeping soundly now and hopefully will until morning.
The Official Stats are now that she is 28.15 pounds and 33.5 inches tall. Conventional wisdom dictates that a girl's final height is double what she is at eighteen months. If that's the case, she will be 5'8". My husband has been fearing that she would be like, taller than he is (he's 6'3"l) and it would be a major hindrance to her emotionally. 5'8" is relatively tall for a woman but I don't think she will have to join the circus as the world's tallest person, so I think we're good. Some people say it's doubled at two years for both boys and girls, though, so we'll have to wait and see, I guess.
Topics of conversation at said appointment also included Sleep, or Why My Kid Isn't Perfect. Solutions offered were more constructive than I expected but still largely unhelpful. I was very pleased that she did not tell me immediately that I needed to just let her cry it out. We're not big on the crying it out. I am semi on the fence about it--I mean, I know it usually works, and I know that children need to learn to sleep on their own. It's just not for me and this particular child, at least not at this time. (I think M thinks it's not for him or ANY particular child that he has fathered at any time, though. I'll have to ask his mistresses--the strippers--to be sure, though.) The subject did come up, but it was after she suggested various other ideas. Mainly, she thinks I should leave and go shopping or something while M puts her to bed, and not by his usual method of walking with her. (Sounds good to me.) Also, she didn't tell me to wean, which is more points in her favor. I am a little bit prickly, sometimes, yes.
And now for something completely different.
I want to love Picasa. I have tried to love it many different times. I love parts of it. I am really really impressed with a great deal of it! But I think I won't be able to love it until I can figure out how the hell it is organizing things. Every time I open it, it goes all crazy on me, searching through pictures through my whole computer, which drives me batty because it's loud and flickering. (Loud in that it chews up the hard drive.) And yet, invariably, the pictures I want to view are completely missing from the list and I can't figure out how to just OPEN A PICTURE ALREADY. What am I missing, Internets? Please give me the love. We usually use ACDSee for picture viewing, but it is not great right now for reasons I will not get into except to say that it's not working at the moment and I can't get it fixed with the level of energy I have available to give it.
I took her to her eighteen month check-up today. That was the suck! After a fourteen-month hiatus, Evelyn returned to the world of vaccinations. She's now as vaccinated as a six-month-old! Woot! Ugh. I have gone back and forth on the whole subject several times, so we just sort of took a break from it. We were going to start them again last time, but she was sick and I am not a believer in the vaccination of sick children. Well, at least not my sick child. Well, I wouldn't vaccinate yours, either, but rarely does anyone actually turn over their parenting decisions to me, which is unfortunate because I know everything. Clearly. [If you did not hear the sarcasm and self-deprecation there, this may not be the journal for you.] Anyway! We made the decision to vaccinate again and I am semi-okay with it but I worry because I am me. Please feel free to tell me that I am not a horrible mother for letting them put poison into my child. I feel kind of sick when I think about them sliding those needles into her leg. She, of course, has probably forgotten about it already but I have not. She was a bit out of sorts today and possibly a touch feverish, but she is sleeping soundly now and hopefully will until morning.
The Official Stats are now that she is 28.15 pounds and 33.5 inches tall. Conventional wisdom dictates that a girl's final height is double what she is at eighteen months. If that's the case, she will be 5'8". My husband has been fearing that she would be like, taller than he is (he's 6'3"l) and it would be a major hindrance to her emotionally. 5'8" is relatively tall for a woman but I don't think she will have to join the circus as the world's tallest person, so I think we're good. Some people say it's doubled at two years for both boys and girls, though, so we'll have to wait and see, I guess.
Topics of conversation at said appointment also included Sleep, or Why My Kid Isn't Perfect. Solutions offered were more constructive than I expected but still largely unhelpful. I was very pleased that she did not tell me immediately that I needed to just let her cry it out. We're not big on the crying it out. I am semi on the fence about it--I mean, I know it usually works, and I know that children need to learn to sleep on their own. It's just not for me and this particular child, at least not at this time. (I think M thinks it's not for him or ANY particular child that he has fathered at any time, though. I'll have to ask his mistresses--the strippers--to be sure, though.) The subject did come up, but it was after she suggested various other ideas. Mainly, she thinks I should leave and go shopping or something while M puts her to bed, and not by his usual method of walking with her. (Sounds good to me.) Also, she didn't tell me to wean, which is more points in her favor. I am a little bit prickly, sometimes, yes.
And now for something completely different.
I want to love Picasa. I have tried to love it many different times. I love parts of it. I am really really impressed with a great deal of it! But I think I won't be able to love it until I can figure out how the hell it is organizing things. Every time I open it, it goes all crazy on me, searching through pictures through my whole computer, which drives me batty because it's loud and flickering. (Loud in that it chews up the hard drive.) And yet, invariably, the pictures I want to view are completely missing from the list and I can't figure out how to just OPEN A PICTURE ALREADY. What am I missing, Internets? Please give me the love. We usually use ACDSee for picture viewing, but it is not great right now for reasons I will not get into except to say that it's not working at the moment and I can't get it fixed with the level of energy I have available to give it.
