At 19 months, Mo is 23 pounds and 32.5 inches. She's long and lean, in a higher percentile for height than weight. We visited the doctor twice in a week recently. When we got home from camping, she had a diaper rash we just could not get rid of. Eventually I figured it was a yeast rash, so I called and I needed to go in for a diagnosis, so we went. That was a week before her 18(.75) month appointment, of course. Luckily, other than the rash, everything was ship shape! That's a blessing every time.
We started swim classes a couple weeks ago. Her obsession with water and insistance she knows how to swim needed some structure. The funny thing is that she doesn't love swim class. She just wants to swim and splash around, she doesn't want to do all the things they're trying to teach us. She believes she can swim already, and doesn't understand the value of learning how to float or reach for the wall or safely climb in and out. It's fun though!
Mo knows her name and calls herself Muh. I can't tell you how overwhelmingly adorable it is. She plays itsy bitsy spider and patty cake. She can count to two. She's obsessed with shoes. Every time we walk into an echoey room (garage, public bathroom) she say "woo woo woo!" to hear her voice bounce around.
We may have a writer on our hands, or an artist. Mo loves nothing more than to have a pen and a paper and to scribble away. The other day at the doctor's office I was given a clipboard with a pen and a form to fill out. She was sure that was meant for her, and when I wouldn't let her express herself all over it, she was mighty upset. Sometimes when she's having a tough time, she'll grab whatever paper and writing utensil she can find and just scribble. We call it art therapy or say "write out your feelings honey." Unfortunately, her expressions aren't quite limited to paper. She's learning, but we still find little drawings on furniture, clothing, skin. So far no real damage though, and I love that she likes to draw.
I love how trippy she is. She's always falling. She loves to spin and twirl until she's dizzy and tumbles over. Recently she tripped at the top of a small hill and barrel rolled down. I couldn't stop laughing and every time I picture it I giggle. Same thing when I imagine the time she ran full speed into the laundry basket and flipped inside head first. It's one of my favorite visuals of her.
It has gotten easier to bring her to daycare. When we first brought her back after the unemployment hiatus, she struggled a bit. She cried when I dropped her off and I hated it. But now, as soon as we walk in she makes the sign for eat because she knows breakfast is first on the agenda. She lets me put her down or hand her to someone without a tear or a struggle. It makes me happy to see her happy there.
In July we went camping. I was nervous about how that would work with a toddler, but it was amazingly painless. Mo slept like an angel for naps and night time. She only once put up a (weak) fight, and she hardly stirred when we came to bed after her. The hardest part was creating boundaries. A campground doesn't have walls and Mo likes to explore, so we found three things worked: 1) Just suck it up and follow her around every step. We'd take turns doing this when we weren't trying to accomplish other things. 2) Hang out in the tent or camper for awhile. Between our whole family there were three tents and two campers, so we'd mix it up to give her a change of scenery within closed walls. Sometimes we'd just hang out in one of the cars. 3) Craft-finement. That's what we called the play yard we set up with a little table and chairs inside. We gave them (Mo and her cousin Will) chalk and paper and crayons and some toys. I wasn't sure that would actually work, but they spent a surprisingly amount of time playing quietly in there. It was a tiring weekend, but overall, I was pleased with how it went.
At her check up, Mo was 23 pounds and 32.5 inches. They measured her on the "big kid" scale - theone you stand on - rather than the baby scale for the first time. They measured her height while standing, rather than her length while laying, for the first time, too. My baby is a kid!