What a Difference a Year Makes

Just last year we were concerned about D's size, or lack thereof. She was tiny, falling off the growth charts, but still eating a lot of food. The doctor worried that D's body wasn't absorbing what she ate and even tested for Celiac Disease. All her tests returned normal, and deep down I'd known she was fine.

One year later, we returned for her 2-year well-child visit. I'd charted her height at home back in November and again on her birthday. She grew 2 1/2 inches in 6 months.

She runs, she climbs, she jumps. She eats obscene amounts of fruits and vegetables and little else. I suppose she is a little natural-born vegetarian. She does eat meat, but not in significant quantities and if you give her the choice between meat or veggies, meat will never win. She observes all that is around her and if you think she doesn't know what's happening or how to do something you will find you are sorely mistaken.

So. This year? She's up to the 34th percentile in weight and the 94th percentile in height. NINETY FOURTH percentile in height. For a little girl falling of the charts last year, she sure knows how to make a comeback.

She's tall and lean and can take care of herself. Sort of.