Emily had her 18 month checkup on Friday. The office was packed so we waited for an hour...LOVELY! She weighs almost 26 lbs already. While she had slowed a bit for the 15 month appt, we were told she hit a growth spurt again. She is in the 95% for height (we have no idea where that comes from...Tio Sunil maybe?) and is about 75% for weight, although lifting her sometimes feels like more. Everything else checked out great...her vocabulary, milestones, etc.

Then it was time for two shots. I guess she has caught on to what laying on the doctor table above the loud, crumbling paper means. It was hell breaking loose this time. She immediately started pushing my hands away and screaming. I told the nurse that she is very strong and to be prepared to go quickly. Apparently, she didn't want to take my word for it. Emily grabbed her hand and pushed the needle away before the nurse was ready. Thankfully, the needle wasn't in her leg yet as she has done that before and created a big scrape on her leg. The nurse did take her a bit more seriously at that point. I felt so bad because Emmy was looking at me saying "Mommy. Mommy." So sad. But all's well and we went for mexican afterwards...doesn't that make it all better?