Annabel doesn't look thin to me, she looks like a toddler. She's grown legs.
She's actually thinner than that picture makes her look--she's a big-boned kid, so you notice the thinness more when she's naked and you can see what a svelte waist she's getting. But yeah, she's normal toddler in that regard--I asked the pede just to make sure I was feeding her right, and she said this is the age when they start acquiring their basic body types, which genetics for Annabel means tall and slim until she's 25 or so and has to start fighting her weight.
Thanks for the compliments--I think she's the most beautiful kid ever, especially WRT her eyes and her smile, but it's nice to hear it's not
entirely
my bias talking.
Pretty Annabelle!
We just got our first trick or treaters, which thrilled Sara to no end. "Kids!" Giving away the candy didn't go over as big, however.
We're eating pizza and then going out ourselves -- Ben had a fever all weekend, but it was only 99 this morning, so he went to school so as not to miss the parade and party. He's resting now, pre-trick or treating. It's one night a year -- even if it was higher, I'd let him go. And I'm actually thinking of keeping him home tomorrow and calling the doctor, because he gets strep at the drop of a hat.
I am smiling. You have witnessed one, your husband.
Well, he was 24 when I met him, and he'd worked the verbal thing out by then. He even knew that the way to the literate girl's heart is to talk about the paper on
Pride & Prejudice
he wrote in high school. I wasn't there for the nonverbal till after his 2nd birthday part, so I'm all, "Not talking at ALL? Surely he must've been saying SOMETHING. I mean, if his grandmother is to be believed he was reading before he was 3."
So these are the 2 houses on the current short list:
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Oooh, I love the porch on the second house, Maria. And homeowning! Wheeee!
Oh, Maria! They're quite lovely. How exciting!
Hey, it's my favorite cervix lady!
I'll give you a ride tonight. Plus I'll buy you a drink.
Two things...
1. I suspect the parental worrying never stops. I FREAKED my parents out last night, and I just talked to my mom who said, "I guess the worrying about your kids never stops."
2. Survey count is at 451. This is so exciting! Although, I told Emily on Saturday, "This means I have to read them all, doesn't it?" :)
(Hoping Hec doesn't say that to all the girls.
But then I get "This is bloody and violent and made me think of you." so whatever.)
