Monday, January 26, 2009

As I heave a sigh of relief...and then just a sigh...

I still don't know what was up with Lilli for that two week period, but I'm happy to report that for the last three nights she's been angelically laying down as requested and saying Night Night.

No more freak outs.

At least not for three nights. That's the magic number as far as I'm concerned. But you know what's weird? She's switched direction. Her whole little life she slept with her head away from the door and now she wants to sleep with it on the end of her crib that is closer to the door. So maybe it was a fear thing after all? I just don't know.

But the continuing mystery does not stop me from being delighted. Woohoo!

Oh, and I forgot to give the stats from Friday's checkup. 26 lbs, 12 ounces, that's 75th percentile for an 18 month old baby, and 34 inches tall. Which the chart. Still. In fact, its the height of a slightly above average 2 year old, so they tell me (Elizabeth, who is also up at the 95th percent as a rule, is only 38 inches, if that gives you perspective). I would say I had hopes for a career in basketball, but I was a 95+ percenter myself up until kindergarten. And if you saw me now you would find that hysterical. I've been 5'4" since 6th grade.

At any rate, it was a good visit (she got a gold star), she's gotten through her polio booster, which only leaves us one Hepatitis booster to get through and then we're clear on the vaccines until Kindergarten. But get this! Her pediatrician recommended that we start potty training. He said that he usually doesn't recommend that parents even consider it until the child is two, but due to her "maturity and ability to follow directions and communicate her wishes in sentences (a phenomenon he witnessed, so someone with an MD thinks I'm not crazy!)", not to mention the older sister example, he thinks we should start now. But I just got THROUGH potty training someone, and quite frankly I don't think I can take it. In Elizabeth's case, it was a mistake to start putting her on the potty at 18 months. She thought it was fun, but had no concept of when she was about to go, or much interest in telling us that she had gone, and while she was talking on the wordy end of the spectrum at that age, she didn't communicate as well as Lilli. So she got burnt out quick, and as the blogging world knows, didn't get potty trained until after she was three. Lilli has both signs and a substantial amount of speech to get her point across with, and has demonstrated that she knows she's about to go and that she's gone, AND is extremely interested in the whole process and keeps trying to use the various facilities. It's just that I AM NOT READY.

So if you're ever out and about in a restroom somewhere and hear a baby say "me potty! I poo!" and a mama saying "go in your diaper!", that will probably be me. At least for another 6 months. *sigh*

1 comment:

Sprite's Keeper said...

All right, Lilli! Potty training is frustrating. Sprite shows the interest, has a success, then throws it back in our face and then lies low, acting like she has no clue. The kid is good. At psyching us out.