6 Month Check up

You would think that after all of Lucy's shots and Harper already having gone through a couple rounds, I would be more at ease about Harper getting shots. I'm not. Today was terrible, for me. I hate that my sweet little girl who is playing with the paper on the examining table (perhaps her favorite thing in the world- a place covered in crinkly, you may tear it up, chew it up, paper!) gets stung in one leg with two shots, recovers quickly and then gets two more shots in the other leg. It's just not fair.
Anyways, she is none-the-wiser already and had a great visit. Any parent has to love when they are at the doctor's office and their thoughts are confirmed- "your daughter is perfect". Of course!
Harper weighs 13.7 pounds. She is in the 75th percentile for height (must be the Legel side in her that gives her all that towering height) and 10th percentile weight. Long and lean. She does not have any teeth coming in afterall, just loving biting. She has started to get up on her knees and does some sort of awkward forward movement where she drags her head and pushes with her feet across the floor, butt in the air. It look painful and doesn't last long so maybe she will get the hang of something else soon. She does crazy yoga movements, sitting cross-legged, laying her belly completely flat on the floor to grab something and then coming right back up into a perfect sitting posture.
She had her first cookie today, it was a peace offering after the shots. She loved it. She wallowed in it. There will be a lot more cookies in her future if she has anything to say about it. Other than that, she is a big fan of eating. With her attitude, you would think that she would be a hefty little baby. Last night she screamed between each and every bite. The food just wasn't coming fast enough. She doubled her usual mealtime allowance and then needed milk just an hour or so later. Piggy. She is also hilarious when it comes to the cup. She knows what it is. She knows what comes out. She knows what to do. But will she cooperate and do it- no. She refuses to hold the cup with two hands so what we get is a little drunk at the table who slings her drink around, screams when it won't land in her mouth and chugs it and chokes it when she finally does manage to land it in her mouth. Sounds like a few friends I know. It doesn't help that Lucy thinks that all her antics are hilarious and that Lucy is the number one person Harper tries to impress.
On the funside of things, Harper loves bubbles, anything that rattles and shakes, anything cold. She gets a frozen washcloth or teether for "dessert" every night. She loves playing peek-a-boo and loves trying to grab the dog when he walks by. By far, her favorite thing, person or object in the world is Lucy (and the feeling is mutual). The downside to her growing up is that she is also starting to see what it is like being the little sister. She has her toys taken away by Lucy, she gets knocked down by her, she gets clocked by her and she isn't allowed to touch Lucy's things. I have a feeling that school mornings are going to turn out to be times when Harper gets a free run at the place, finally getting to play with the toys she always wants to play with- Lucy's.
I can't believe it has been 6 months. She is such a great baby and such a sweet little girl- but you can see the michief in those eyes, and I think the next 6 months will be a fun one to begin seeing what type of little girl Harper will turn out to be. In the meantime, she has been cleared to eat meat- so it will be turkey for Thanksgiving. Lucy and I have been talking about Thanksgiving, the pilgrims, and all that jazz. I think that with two healthy, happy girls we will have a lot to give thanks about.

Here is Harper making noise- a lot of it. She loves seeing how loud she can be. Lucy is in the tub, trying to get my attention. The video does not do the noise justice. It is ear piercing.