CC had her two-year appointment today, and everything went well. It just sounds weird to say "two years"! It doesn't seem like it's been two whole years since she arrived. I thank God every day for giving her to us, and that she's healthy.
She weighed 25 pounds, 1 ounce, which puts her at the 50th percentile. But she was 32 inches tall, which is only in the 10th percentile! Ha ha -- no one who's seen her eat would be surprised to learn that she's a little chunker. Hey, as long as she's healthy, I'm happy. And I can't complain about her appetite -- she eats almost everything!
She received one shot today, and didn't even cry. She just whined a little bit, but it was over so quickly that by the time she felt it, she was distracted by the little band aid. All afternoon she proudly showed her band aid to anyone who will look, saying "Doc." ("Doc" means "shot", not "doctor." "Doctor" is "dotch.")
Tomorrow is the big day ...