today, maggie is three quarters of a year old.
she's a tiny (and by tiny, i mean not so tiny) little beast. which is why i've come to lovingly call her "maggie beast" whenever i see fit.
she weighs 22 pounds, and is 27 inches long. short and fat, just like her brother was. only she's not slowing down. she's at the ninety ninth percentile for weight for height, and in danger of jumping right off the chart.
and we aren't surprised because girl eats all day long. she wakes up and has some bottle, then a yogurt, and then another bottle before her nap, and then wakes up and has lunch, and finishes off with another bottle before her nap, and then wakes up and has a snack, and then dinner, and then finishes off the day with another bottle, with another bottle or two thrown in during the night. add on top of that the food she sneaks from tennyson's plate, and you can see why we aren't surprised we've got a chunk on our hands.
she's an active girl. she gets into just about everything. her favorite thing to do is to try to steal whatever toy tennyson is playing with. when that doesn't work out in her favor, she usually pitches a fit, and then runs off to play with the nearest vent. girl loves playing with vents. she's just started pulling up to stand on our furniture, and she's been trying to figure out how to cruise along, but it isn't working so well. usually she just tips over.
she's got six teeth now, in the oddest locations. three on bottom, three on top. the two middle for each, and then on the top, she's got the one to the right of middle, and on the bottom she has the one to the left of middle. they've come in the strangest order as well. she had three on bottom before any on top broke through, and then she broke through one of the middle and the one on the side on top before she got the other middle tooth. she just marches to the beat of her own drum.
and boy, does she ever light up my life. i call her my sidekick a lot, because that's exactly what she is. she likes to follow me around, and she likes me to hold her, but most the time she'll come around, ask me to hold her, and then about thirty seconds later, she'll want down and she'll disappear to play. and then she'll repeat the whole process. it's like she comes in to check in, make sure i know she still loves me, makes sure i don't need anything, and then when she's sure i'm doing okay, she's off again.
we like her. i think we'll keep her around.
