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She measures 32″ and some change.

Weighs 24.5 Lbs

Blood pressure is a solid  90/58

There were some fun moments during this checkup.

Dr: “Does she run?”

Moi: “Hah. Yes. Everywhere. She even rock climbs up ramps and tries to climb ladders to get to stairs”

Dr: “And her communication?”

Moi: “Up to ~ 200 words or so.”

Amelia: “wuuuuhn, twooooooo, treeeeee, pourrrrrr, cincoooooo,”

Dr: “Can she recognize and identify body parts?”

Amelia: “Nose… Toes… Tummy, Cheek. Chin, Ears, Eyes”

Moi: “Amelia, where’s your butt?”

Amelia: (Lifts her hospital gown up to one side and smacks her ass with confidence)

Dr: “And sentences?”

Moi: “Like, ‘There she is!” Where’s Daddy?” “What you doing?” “Awww, it’s ok”

Amelia: “Knock knock”

Moi: “Who’s there?”

Amelia: “Banana”

A nurse comes in latter and says “How are we today?”

Amelia respondes “I’m fine.”

The nurse looks oddly surprised not having expected an actual response.

Amelia had 4 shots today to catch her up on immunizations. She handled it like a champ and cried for only a minute before she started on her knock knock jokes on me again.

Before

During

After

All in all, very happy with today’s visit to the Doctor’s.

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1. 1-10
2. Hi
3. Hello
4. Bye
5. Go
6. Oh No
7. No
8. Yes
9. Up
10. Down
11. Open
12. Close
13. Jump
14. Dance
15. Hug
16. Hat
17. Shoes
18. Jacket
19. Pajama
20. Pants
21. Water
22. Apple
23. Banana
24. Noodle
25. Bath
26. Shower
27. Potty
28. Poo Poo
29. Pee
30. Diaper
31. Teeth
32. Brush
33. Smile
34. Water
35. Spoon
36. Cup
37. Cat
38. Pig
39. Cow
40. Dog
41. Puppy
42. Bird
43. Boots
44. Please
45. Thank you
46. Bottle
47. Balloon
48. MomMom (Mama, and Mommy though she prefers to call me MomMom)
49. Daddy
50. Where are you?
51. Where’d you go?
52. Come Here!
53. What is that?
54. See you soon!
55. We Did it!
56. Here you go
57. Cheers
58. Yay
59. High Five
60. Bump
61. Good Job
62. Pink
63. Yellow
64. Green
65. Orange
66. Brown
67. Purple
68. Red
69. Flower
70. Fish
71. Blue
72. Door
73. Chair
74. Book
75. Key
76. Phone
77. Toy
78. Paper
79. Crayon
80. Ball
81. Swings
82. DingDong
83. Kiss
84. Nose
85. Eyes
86. Mouth
87. Ear
88. Tummy
89. Head
90. Shoulders
91. Knees
92. Toes
93. Night Night
94. Car
95. Clue
96. Amazing
97. Wow
98. Help
99. (In Korean) Anyoung (hello)
100. (In Korean) ShiJjak (let’s start)
101. (In Korean) ShimBarl (shoes)
102. (In Korean) BboBbo (kiss)
103. (In Korean) Bhangoo (fart)
104. (In Korean) Bhajee (pants)
105. (In Korean) Jarl Jah (sleep well)
106. 3/4 of her Abcs in song
107. (In Spanish) Hola
108. (In Spanish) Cinco (Not sure why she’s mising 1-4 and 9 & 10 but hell, who am I to question. I was shocked to find out this evening she knew any of this)
109. (In Spanish) Seis
110. (In Spanish) Siete
111. (In Spanish) Ocho

I will likely update and edit this list over the next few days since I don’t think I’m able to remember it all right now but I think this covers the bulk of her vocabulary so far.

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Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

Baby fashion is typically pretty fun.
I mean, Amelia’s entire wardrope is pink and girly and includes rainbows and animals and ruffles and flowers and penguins and puppies. So there’s a lot to be enjoyed from dressing her up for outtings.

Granted, she’s no slave to fashion and not particularly fussy about what her mother tries to dress her up in.
I mean, see Exhibit A. Beautiful Clown Baby and mouse over the fashion notations.

But come *on*. Skinny hipster jeans for a baby?
Why cover up Amelias luscious chubby little kissable legs in skinny jeans?
Why maker her cute thighs feel like squished sausage links before her first birthday?

Seriously people? Skinny Jeans for baby?
Shame on you.

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When in actuality I’ve managed to  pull that off in photos but very little in prose.

I guess I still feel a little weird transitioning from talking about myself as my single mischievous carefree self to this supposedly mature and innately wise motherly creature.

And I feel like a fake trying to write as if I’m a confident and wise mother creature.  And being fake about anything is an impossible feat for me.

I am, if nothing else, pretty direct and frequently embarassingly honest.

I haven’t written very much also because it feels like childcare doesn’t really permit an extended period of time that’s clearly focused.  It is endlessly mildly disruptive.  Not so disruptive as to be insane: but just enough so you wonder where your day’s gone and how come you’ve forgotten to eat and only managed to fold half of your laundry over the course of a full day.

So instead of writing anything about me and how I feel about sort of being a Mommy Blogger, I’ll tell you all about her.

My baby girl Amelia is nearly 6 months old now.

Her hair has grown long enough so that it lays down flat on her head.

She’s starting to teethe, crawl, and express her curiosity by reaching for and examining nearly anything within reach.  She’s still mellow and generally cheerful in disposition and much like her earlier days, her favorite place to nap is on my belly.

In fact as I’m typing this, her head is in the crook of my right arm elbow and her hand is possessively positioned over my right boob.

Her nose is perfect and her eyes, closed in fitful sleep now, still vary from brown and green/hazel.

I can make her laugh with eskimo kisses, tickling and kissing her feet, snorting under her chin and at her neck, or sometimes just looking at her and laughing with her too.

She still likes the korean farting show and no longer hates Tummy Time as much as she used to.  She still hates pacifiers and prefers her fingers in her mouth when my nipple is unavailable.

She wakes up around 8:00 am, and starts singing and talking to herself around 9:00.  She takes a disco nap at Noon and 3.   Her favorite stuffed animal in her crib is Eeyore.  She’s like her mother and only poops about once every 4 days.

She’ll occasionally make yowling kitty cat noises.  She actually turns towards you and recognizes when you refer to her as Madame Flatulencia.

Amelia can be amazingly well behaved while at church and finds the stained glass at St. Dominic’s to be fascinating.

She enjoys her baths and as far as I can tell, every color I put on her seems to make her complexion look brilliant. (I’m jealous — I’ve never been able to carry off green or yellow).

She still hiccups alot.

As a mother, I’ve only set two goals by which I measure my success with Amelia to date: is she happy and is she fat.   The answer is yes to both. So I win.

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