Hannah had her 18 month doctors appointment a few weeks ago. Do you remember me explaining that her clothes is kind of awkward in the last post? At her doctor's appointment she measured in at 21 lbs. 5 oz. and 33 1/2 inches tall. That puts her in the 8th or 9th for weight and 90-something for height. She is REALLY tall! What the heck?!? I don't' know where she is getting this, but I am happy. I've always hoped that she would be taller than me. Of course it could stop at any point, but I love the idea of her being tall. I guess because I always wanted to be tall, (and since I don't believe I will be growing vertically any time soon) I am happy that my daughter will get the opportunity (at least according to her "stats"). Aside from a nagging cough that has been around for over two months now, Hannah is doing great. She talks all the time, despite that fact that we can't always understand her. For instance, she has been saying something like this: "myoth-ern. Myoth-ern!" for several weeks now. Jon and I discuss what we think she might be saying with no conclusion. Tonight it hit me. She's saying, "My turn!" I was feeding her some yogurt (which she prefers to do on her own, always) when suddenly she reached out, said "Myoth-ern!" My turn, I get it! I just love watching as her little vocabulary explodes. You just never know what's going to come out of her mouth on any given day! Anyway, I better get to the pictures. I have to go to work tomorrow and Hannah needs a bath! We are having Thanksgiving at our house this year so I am sure that I will have lots of new things to blog about soon!
Hannah's wearing her Saints t-shirt. Her Dad went to the Bronco game that day, so she felt free to wear her "True colors."
Hannah's wearing her Saints t-shirt. Her Dad went to the Bronco game that day, so she felt free to wear her "True colors."
Supporting Drew Brees. Also, check out her super curly hair! I am loving it more and more each day!
Hannah and Jon before the game. I love this picture!
It was beautiful out one day and so I picked Hannah up from daycare and headed straight to the park in our neighborhood. I was trying to get her pumped up on the way over by saying, "Hannah, are you ready to go to the park?!?" She was SO excited when she got out of the car, she might have wet herself (she wears a diaper so if she did it's really no big deal). There was a big yellow lab/mix dog sitting with his owners. She squealed with excitement. I swear the interpretation of her thoughts was, "Oh my goodness Mom! You said we were going to the park but I had no idea I was going to get to pet a dog!!!"
She had a great time for the rest of the afternoon, even after the doggie left. She ran all over, went down the slide a couple of times, and tried to climb the rock climbing wall. All the while, wearing her sweet shades!
"Driving" the car after the day at the park. She had to sit down just like Mom, but she couldn't see very well. 



