Libby had her 18-month checkup yesterday.
She is teensy as ever: 20 pounds, 4 ounces (3rd percentile) and 31 inches (38th percentile). The doctor says she's very healthy, just small.
When the nurse gave Libby her shots, she didn't cry at all. Instead, she gave the nurse her death glare. I really need to catch that look on camera; it's hilarious! This is the closest I could find (just imagine her brows more furrowed, her mouth in a frown, her head tilted forward, and sheer anger pouring out of her eyes):
She is teensy as ever: 20 pounds, 4 ounces (3rd percentile) and 31 inches (38th percentile). The doctor says she's very healthy, just small.
When the nurse gave Libby her shots, she didn't cry at all. Instead, she gave the nurse her death glare. I really need to catch that look on camera; it's hilarious! This is the closest I could find (just imagine her brows more furrowed, her mouth in a frown, her head tilted forward, and sheer anger pouring out of her eyes):
