So way back on December 16
th i took
Zoey for her 15-18
th month check up. She was about 16 1/2 months old. She passed all of the developmental milestones, walking--starting to run. Sleeping all night long, she eats well, She has about 15 words, let me see if i can remember them all.
Dada, Mama,
uhoh, Noah, Night night, bye,
yaya (that is what we call our pacifier), uh uh (no), uh huh (yes), ball,
ewww, baby,
muny (bunny), and the newest one MINE.
She has a million other words, we just cant understand them. She talks all the time.
I cant remember anything else...cause the appointment was oh, about a month ago. I do have a sticker that they gave us with her measurements so i know those.
She was 31 1/2 inches tall (65
th percentile), 25 pounds 6 ounces (76
th percentile), and her head measured 47.3 cm (78
th percentile). What can i say, she is a big girl. Anyways, my poor
Zoey had to get 4 shots. She cried a lot, but she survived.
This is Zoey in her hospital gown...before shots.
Zoey was doing fine after her shots, but then she looked in the mirror
and saw the band aids and started crying again.
