Big Girl (or Not So Much)

I went to the doctor today for my one year check up. It goes without saying that I am small. I didn't clear 17 pounds on Dr. Reilly's scale. She said that in all likelihood, I am just "slight;" but to be sure, she ordered some labs to check my thyroid, iron levels, and heaven knows what else. Mommy warned the nurses that I can be a touch dramatic...just so they wouldn't be shocked in the event that my screams actually propelled my lungs out of my body. The nurses had mommy lie down on the examining table and then positioned me next to her. They put my right arm was under mommy's side and sandwiched my legs between mommy's so I wouldn't kick. I don't know what all the fuss was about. I didn't whimper, much less cry. This is likely going to be the first of many times that I publicly prove mommy wrong just because I can.

After the doctor visit, mommy had a playdate with her friend, Caroline. They've been having playdates ever since mommy had Thatcher and Caroline had Elizabeth just two days apart. I think it is just an excuse for them to get together. I don't care because mommy's friend ROCKS! She bought me my first milkshake. I love her...almost as much as that shake!

Birthday Girl

How convicting! I logged on to see that I haven't posted since before Christmas! Yikes! I've been busy learning how to walk, saying, "Uh-huh," and waking up all hours of the night. I'm also pleased to report that I am finally, at long last, cutting my first tooth. You can't see it yet, but you can feel it. Hooray!

Anyhow, I took my first step back in December when I was 10 months old. This January, I really took off! Gone are the days of crawling! I just pick my 17-pound self up off the floor and walk around wherever I need to go. I really enjoy walking while holding things. Granddaddy says I'm "pulling a Linus" whenever I do it. He says lots of things about me, though. When he was here last week, he dubbed me "Diva Davis" because I put my head down on the floor and cry if things aren't going my way. It usually works, though, so I'm sticking with it.

We've had a big weekend around here on account of my big birthday on Saturday. Nana and Papa and Gran and Papa were in town to celebrate. I was a little grumpy when my party started. Okay...maybe I was more than "a little grumpy." I REALLY perked up when I got my hands on the chocolate cake with strawberry buttercream frosting mommy made for me! It was like having eight cups of coffee. It rocked! Thatcher showed me how to open my presents (read: he ripped open all of my presents himself). Nana and Papa gave me a really cool kitchen set; while Gran and Papa gave me a "Bitty Baby." Mommy and daddy gave me paintings of Paris for my room (clearly daddy had nothing to do with the gift choice); and Thatcher gave me a singing tea set. Those presents (and the many others) were all cool...but none so cool as the MONSTER TRUCK Thatcher received for his birthday. I just won't take my hands off of that thing. Do you think they come in pink???

I'll try to do better about posting. My typist--who is weary from the long hours--assures me that she would have more time for my dictation if I were to start sleeping through the night.

Digging the Cake.

The Caffeine Kicking In...

My Family.

Opening My Tea Set (Note the new outfit. Gran and Nana put me in the tub after the cake. My hair and clothes were simply not fit for opening presents)!