With a title like that, this post could be about so many things! I love leading titles like that.
I've been a bad blogger because first, the weather turned and we have been able to be outside without coats and have been raking the millions of leaves that gather in our backyard and second, I have been obsessed with Martha Stewart's
cowboy cookies. You haven't tasted cookies until you've had these.

But the low we hit is in reference to Lucy's weight. At her one year visit, she officially hit "zero" on the weight chart. All this time, I've been consoled by the thought that the scale was like one of those charts that I never understood in trigonometry that never hit zero. They come close, but never quite get there. I was content to be measured in the tenths of a percent. But the nurse handed me the little printout with her proportions on it and next to weight was a zero. I am a little ashamed to admit that my reaction was, "Zero! I've never had a zero on anything in my life!" Lucy apparently doesn't care and is happy to wear pants meant for a child half her age and toddle around on size two feet. Our fridge is full of things like YoBaby (delicious) and PediaSure (not quite as good), designed to fatten her up to at least double her birth weight.
The good news is that, after a rigorous blood test that involved no fewer than three needles in two arms, more tears than I thought she had in her, and my favorite watch lying in two pieces on the exam table where I was pinning her down, she is fine. No kidney failure, no thyroid problems, and no wheat allergies. My watch, on the other hand, is still in two pieces, hidden, along with my "good" watch, by Lucy who refuses to disclose their location, even in the face of bribes and threats of tickle torture. I'm thinking she may have a future in the CIA.
3 comments:
I can relate. My girls aren't quite that low, but they are both in the 2nd percentile. Last week, Sophia dropped to 1%. The doctor we see is very non-judgmental. But it still makes me feel kinda guilty. Hope Lucy picks up. Remind her in her teen years that you were working so hard to help her GAIN weight!
Oh, sister, I am so with you there. The tests were miserable for all of us, only to find out all is well, and that tiny kids do happen sometimes and are still completely healthy! And the full fat diet certainly isn't too painful for them. Although the only way I can get Luke to drink normal whole milk now is to add a dash of chocolate syrup! Can you imagine our grandchildren if Lucy and Luke got married?! But here's a plus, I had to buy size four diapers this time! Size FOUR on our two.five year old! Yes!!!
I have to admit that I've never bought diapers bigger than a size 3. I guess that the advantage of that is that we get more in the package, right?
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