Thursday, February 10, 2011

Schmice Cereal

Marryn just had her four month check up, and it went very well indeed. At 14 pounds, she’s in the 70th percentile of weight! We’re pretty proud of this stat since it’s up from the 5th percentile at her two month check up. As expected, she’s still a tall girl, coming in at 26.25 inches, or greater than the 95th percentile. Her bald head and pudgy chest are right at the 50th percentile. Developmentally, our girl is right on track!

At nineteen weeks, Marryn hasn't started full on belly laughing yet. She's teetering on the edge of giggledom though, and it won't be long. About some things, I'm certain she'll find funny:

-The camera. Here she is with Aunt Lisa.

-A little gossip with girlfriends like Dylan Rose from down the street.

-Her toys - to be exact, this pink Sing A Ma Jig. Have you heard of these? Hilarious.
-And the doozy...Marryn will laugh in the face of rice cereal, specifically when it's fed to her to prolong sleep. "Rice Cereal? Schmice Cereal. You cannot affect me," I picture her saying, chubby fists on tiny waist, head tossing, in defiance. (Or rather looking something like this...)

We’ve experienced a handful of glorious occurrences of sleeping through the night, and I've been chasing it like a white rabbit ever since. Try as I might, I can't replicate it, and cereal does not induce it. Darn you, rice cereal, and your false promises!

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