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15 month Bug

Happy 15 months to this cutie patootie Bug!
Height:  30 1/4 inches
Weight:  21 lbs. 5 ounces

Mommy and Daddy's biggest challenge so far since birth- mobility.  Honestly.  Every other minute there's a new bruise, bump, and/or scar.  I'm not talking small ones either.  This Bug has pretty much damaged her entire body and face, in an effort to gain independence.  It kills the mother that gave birth to such a perfect little being.  (Okay, so maybe that's dramatic, but my heart does sink every time I pick her up from school and she has a new battle scar.)  

We all remember last week's incident.  As if that wasn't bad enough, this weekend, as that scab was attempting to heal itself, we had our family photo shoot, on a gravel-filled trail, where Bug fell off a toddler chair prop due to all of her excitement.  It truly was a Parental FAIL because we let her do it.  After cleaning the gravel out of her mouth, we noticed that her original scab was re-opened AND we added some little ones on her forehead and upper lip.  SO SAD.  LESSON LEARNED.  I'd show you a picture, but it was too messy to show and I truly do NOT want to remember what it originally looked like.  This Bug is a star because yesterday, she was awesome and without complaints.  

This is the "better" version of her face. :(  Great kid, smiling for Mommy, scabbed up and mouth full of bagel and cream cheese. :)

Before her 15 month appointment, Daddy and I had a breakfast date with our baby girl.





This is now the face she makes every time you say "Ouchie."  :/







Asking Da-Da for some smooches!


The check-up was the most memorable (and dramatic) one to date.  Here's the play-by-play...

We were doing pretty well...







...until the doctor came in.  If looks could kill.  (Keep in mind he has yet to approach her, let alone touch her with a needle.)


She even managed to force out a tear before anything even happened.

And God forbid the doctor should measure your head with a tape measure of all things!



What?  He's still talking to my parents?!?!

She's getting pretty good at ignoring people. :/  This can't be a good preview to her teen years.

Dear Buggy,

Sorry about your scabs.  I hope you forgive us.  Mobility has proven to be our biggest challenge to date, but Mommy and Daddy are trying.  We are so in love with you.  You are growing up so quickly and have to much to "say" (sometimes really loud things too!).  Please stop growing up so quickly.  We're trying our hardest to relish in every moment we spend with you...well, at least when we're not trying to protect you from the curb you're running straight into, or protecting McKayla from your big bear hugs.  You're giving us a run for our money.  (I don't even know how many times I've said that to you, but I'm sure it's a lot...because it's true!)  You're just as outspoken as we thought you'd be and we cannot wait to finally understand all the things you've been lecturing us about.  Or can we?  :)

Love,
Mommy and Daddy

God Bless,
Kat

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