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…more shots!!!

Linnaea had her belated 15-month check-up today, in lieu of a more normally scheduled 18-month check-up. She received, in wailful, yet Brave-Little-Toaster fashion, four inoculations in the form of three shots (one shot was a two-for-one deal, bonus!). Suffice it to say, the kiddo is in great shape and doing quite well. Here are her current stats:

Height: 33.5″ (+90th percentile)
Weight: 24# 8 oz (50th percentile)
Hat Size: 47.5 cm (75th percentile)

Image dump (date range 8/23/06-11/24/06):

Proud Mama Moment:

At appropriate times (albeit without distinction between “good guys” and “bad guys”) during baseball & hockey games, Linnaea now claps without parental prompting.

I am, officially, a dad. Sure, some of you probably thought that that was evident based on the fact that I sired offspring. Well, there’s more to being a dad than fast swimming sperm.

About two weeks ago now, Linnaea managed to get herself infested by a virus, probably while at the store with Mater. She ran a fever for the first couple of days, but that may have been on account of her top molars cutting through the rest of the way. In general she was real snotty and congested. Poor kid had a real tough time sleeping for a few nights (and consequently, so did Mater and I).

Needless to say, Linnaea’s appetite was pretty scarce during this time. We were pleased to get anything – food or drink – into her. One night, Mater and I ordered pizza. As I sat down to eat, Linnaea wanted to be held. Spying my slice of cheesy Hawaiian goodness, she decided she wanted some too. So I fed her little pieces of cheesy crust and pineapple. And then she accidentally got a little piece of ham.

Ham is hard to chew if you are only used to chewing with your incisors. Inevitably, Linnaea gagged on the ham, unable to swallow it due to improper mastication. Now, to fully set the stage, we were eating dinner in front of the tv and our newly installed cable. We might even have been watching Myth Busters. So, I’m sitting on the couch, Linnaea on my lap, in the middle of eating pizza, and Linnaea starts to vomit. I calmly held out my cupped hand, and received into it the discarded contents of her stomach. Like any good, official father would do.

Linnaea was upset, naturally. But after we calmed her down, wiped off her face, and I washed my hands, we sat back down and finished dinner. I think she ate almost a whole piece of pizza.

She’s totally got “gentle” down [EDIT: unless she’s tired, under which circumstance she’s started hitting our faces, which somehow never seems to generate the response she desires]. With the bazillions of animals in this house, she’s had plenty of opportunity to learn what Mama & Daddy mean when they say “be gentle!” She’s very sweet to the cats, especially. Now, though, she’s sweet and gentle with her stuffed toys, too. She’s taken to walking around the house, clutching her doll or her stuffed lamb (that she got from the Easter Bunny, who had no idea what cuteness would ensue) to her chest in a big bear hug, patting it softly and cooing. Needless to say, it makes Mater & Pater sort of melt.

In other news, busy! BUSY! Maybe someday we’ll get back onto a decent posting schedule. For now, though–well, at least you know we haven’t forgotten about Bubblesplat…