Happy 2 Year’s, My Care Jare!

Jaren is officially two, but he still seems like such a baby to me!  With his plush cheeks, chunky thighs, and little waddle… it’s hard to think of him as anything but.  But I know he is growing up.  I can see it in the way he’s lengthening out, the way his clothes are loosening up (wah, losing his baby chubs), and the way he’s growing more into his own person with his own (strong) opinions.

These past two years have flown by.  It feels a lot faster the second time around, so I try to savor what I can.

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He loves to nuzzle his cheeks against mine (not that I mind!)


*Note: Doc said he follows the CDC growth chart after kids turn 2.  Before that, he was using the WHO growth chart.

Height: 35.75 inches (91st percentile)
Weight: 33 pounds (90th percentile)
Head: I forgot (but it was 75th percentile)


If you were to ask me to describe him, I’d say he is full of life, exuberant, passionate, affectionate, giving, and so so loving.  He is generous with his hugs and kisses, and he doesn’t mind sharing.  If you ask him to give up or share something, he usually will do it freely (lucky Noelle).

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Cuddly with his loveys

This doesn’t mean he is a pushover though.  This boy can hold his own.

He is a softy, but he is also determined, strong-willed, opinionated, feisty, fearless, and full of energy.  As one friend so accurately described, he is a bulldozer.  He is so strong in both mind and body!  If he wants something, it is hard to control him.  He’ll try to lurch out of my arms, arch his back, and shout at the top of his lungs.  Oy.  The two’s are definitely here.  This determination will play in our favor in the future right??  (Let’s hope!)


I asked him to close his eyes because I was trying to take a pic of his newly formed double eyelids, so he gave me this.


He is obsessed with anything his sister is into.  Since she loves Shopkins, he loves them too!  But he has a mind of his own too, and some other favorites include Cars and My Little Pony (sorry son, I just outed you on the internet).  He loves to build things – stack blocks, create tall towers with magnatiles, connect Legos – then he likes to smash them down (one of Noelle’s frequently used phrases when they play together is, “Nooooo Jaren!!”)!  He also likes to throw things, and color on himself/the walls/the sofa/our tiled floors.  His coloring really knows no bounds (yay?).


He hates getting stuff on his hands, so despite being the messy little guy that he is… he must have sticky or wet things wiped off his hands immediately.  He’ll wave and signal for us to get him paper, so he can clean all the yuck off.  He also insists that trash get thrown away immediately.  He’ll rush to a trashcan right after he’s done with something, so he can toss the offending item.

He hates sitting in poopy diapers, so he will let us know when he needs a diaper change (hopefully this makes potty training a breeze, though I’m still in no hurry to give it a shot!).  So ironically, my messy bulldozer of a guy is also a closet clean freak.


Speaking of closets – guess who I found in my dirty hamper!


I don’t know which he likes more, to play with food or to actually eat it.  He’ll smear it all around the table, toss it on the floor, rub it in his hair, pat it on his belly… you name it, he’s tried it!  Like many toddlers, he can be a fickle eater, but we just keep offering in hopes that one day he’ll love it.  He looooves meat, chicken, and pork.  He won’t touch his veggies (or rather, he doesn’t like cooked veggies – he can down salad like nobody’s business though), and raspberries and strawberries are almost always a hit with him.  His favorite snacks are applesauce pouches, yogurt pouches, and anything gummy (i.e. gummy vitamins and fruit snacks).



He has always been a pretty flexible sleeper.  If we put him down for a nap or bedtime late, it’s no big deal.  It makes it easy to lug him around, and we don’t worry too much about planning our schedule around his.  Usually he’ll take about a 2-3 hour nap between 12:30-3:30 pm, then he’ll go down at night around 8 pm and sleep until 7-7:30 am the next day.  For the longest time, he would wake up at 6-6:30 am like clockwork (regardless of when we put him down at night)… but about a month before he turned two, that changed and he started sleeping past 7 (hooray!!)!


He loves to read, but it’s not really reading in the traditional sense.  It’s more like him flipping through pages, pointing out details, and me reiterating what things are (goes something like this… “YES!  that is a doggie.  What color is that doggy??” – then he’ll answer, and so on and so forth with every page).  Most of his favorite books are by Sandra Boynton, such as Doggies, Blue Hat, Green Hat, Opposites, and Moo-Baa-La-La-La.  He also likes one called Five Little Monkeys based off the song of the same name.  He thinks it’s sooo funny that they all fall down and bonk their heads!


I feel like he really soaks up everything around him!  He is acquiring more and more words each day, and I no longer keep track of what they are.  However, even if he can’t say something, he can definitely understand you… there’s no fooling him!  He can count a little past 10… maybe up to 14? (sorry, second time mom here).  He knows most his letters, and all his colors too.  He’s been telling us he loves us since he was 19 months old, and my heart still melts every time I hear those three perfect words.

This is what he sounds like in real life when he talks:
Yes = “Yeth!”
Milk = “Mill”
Elephant = “Ell-pent”
I Love You = “I Wuvyoo”


Sibling Love

It is impossible to blog about Jaren without mentioning Noelle because she has been such a big part of his life from day one.  They are really good to each other (most of the time).  This doesn’t mean we don’t get our share of fights though.  Sometimes I feel like a broken record trying to get them to share or take turns.  Other times, they freely give without any prompting from me.

Jaren is so physical and Noelle so delicate, that we often have to play referee to make sure he’s not being too rough (climbing all over her, grabbing her hair, butting into her, etc.) – he’s not intentionally trying to hurt her, he’s just rough!  They do have a special bond though.  Noelle often speaks for him, defends him, and gives him first dibs on snacks and toys while she waits her turn.  It warms my heart most when I see them comforting each other when they get sad, or when they freely show affection for no reason at all.  I’m so glad they’ll always have each other, and hope they’ll grow to be the best of friends.

But their relationship is better told with pictures than words…



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There is so much more I can say about this little guy.  He has been such a bright light in our lives, and we love him so so much.  Hard to believe there was ever a world without him in it.


Jaren and I the morning of his birthday.

Happy 2 years, my little JareBear.  You really are like a teddy bear, so cuddly and sweet.  I’m so thankful for you.


Jaren turns One.

Jaren, my sweet sweet boy.  You have been an incredible baby, and made this first year so pleasant for your mama.  Ever since you doled out your first social smile at 5 weeks, you’ve kept it up without reservation – it is almost too easy to get a smile or laugh out of you!  You take in everything with relentless joy, and your eyes sparkle with such curiosity at the new sights, sounds, and faces of the world you were born into.


You are very easygoing, and nothing seems to phase you for the most part… until it does.  And when it does, you express it with such heated passion.  I can’t understand you yet, with the exception of, “mama mama mama”, but you’ll babble and grunt continuously until you get my attention.  You make noises of all kinds just to get your point across.

When you want something, you go after it with fierce determination.  We’re not sure redirection works with you because we’ll veer you away from one place, only for you to go right back to it the minute we turn our head.  You are speedy gonzales, and will zoom after what you want as soon as you see we aren’t paying attention.  I’ve found you splashing in the toilet, pulling at our computer cords, climbing our vacuum, attempting to claw your way into our fireplace, and other shenanigans.  We are not short on adventure with you around!

You don’t hold back, and already wear your heart on your sleeve.  I know you love me by the way you reach up for me with open arms, by the way nuzzle your head into the crook of my neck, by your open-mouthed drooly kisses, and by the infectious laughs you freely give.  One of my favorite things you do is when you crawl over to me with a big grin on your face, only to proceed to lay your head on my lap.  I think I die a.million.times.over whenever you do that!  Seriously, just kill me with affection already.

And sleep?  I thought all babies could use some form of sleep training until you came along (knock on wood), but you’ve been an amazing sleeper your first year with little help from us.  I really can’t ask for more, but will you consider sleeping in just an hour more?  A 6:30 am wake time is okay, but not ideal.  Just thought I’d ask.  😉

You are a big eater, and I worried for nothing over your transition to whole milk because you guzzled that baby down like it was the best thing ever the first time I introduced it!  You’re still drinking breastmilk two times a day though – once in the morning, and once again before bed – I’m just not ready to give up those sessions with you because you’re my baby, and my last.  Since you usually don’t like to stay put for very long, those are the only times I get to hold you for an extended period.  I cherish every session I get with you, and I spend that time focusing on your soft, chubby cheeks, delicious rolls, and big, bright eyes.  I caress your hair, I let your baby fingers curl over mine, I squeeze your little feet, and soak in all your delicious baby smells.

(Height: 31 inches // Weight: 25 lbs 1 oz)

Pinch me, I can’t believe you’re mine.  Happy birthday, sweet boy of mine.  I’m crazy about you.

Noelle turns Three.



That feels like such a big number for my little girl!  I can’t believe she’s THREE.  It feels like we’re crossing a big bridge I’m not ready for.  I didn’t really mourn her babyhood when she turned one, or even when she turned two.  She still felt like a baby to me these past couple years.  But some how, some way, she transformed into a little girl, and shed her babyhood away.

It seems like just yesterday when she was a little baby, so tiny in my arms and unaware of the world before her.  Now she is an independent, fiesty, loving, sweet girl who continues to amaze me with her wit, spunk, and intelligence each passing day.  She wants to do everything herself, has an opinion about most anything, and thinks all terms are negotiable.  Can’t fault her for trying, but that still doesn’t mean she gets what she wants.


Imagination Running Freee~

Her imagination has gone hog wild, and she loves to play pretend!  When I’m cooking in my real kitchen, she’ll go over to her mini one and whip up something delicious of her own.  She especially loves to make birthday cakes that miraculously bake in one minute flat!  Time to blow out the candles, says she!

Then this morning, as we were eating breakfast,  she suddenly looked over her shoulder and said, “Swiper, go away!  No swiping, Swiper (a character from Dora)!”, put the palm of her hand out in mid-air and pretended to stop swiper from stealing her food.  Did I already mention before that she’s a huuuuge Dora fan?  Most of the time I’ll play pretend along with her, so don’t be too surprised if you ever catch me talking to Swiper or Daniel Tiger out of nowhere!

Before bed, she’ll play quietly in her room by herself while we spy on her through the monitor, and we’ll see Noelle lining up all her Little People characters by the side of her bed, talking to them as if they’re her pals.  It’s pretty neat seeing what a little kid’s imagination can conjure up – it really knows no bounds!


Chatterbox Galore!

My daughter is a nonstop chatterbox.  From morning til night she is chattering away, asking every question under the sun.  “What’s that?” is her favorite question.  Even after I give a response, she likes to correct me and say, “No it’s not… it’s THIS”.  I don’t know why she even asked my opinion when she already formed one of her own!  This girl is definitely NOT short of opinions. And don’t even try to have a side conversation while she’s in the room because she will catch onto every word, even if it seems like she’s not paying attention.  Case in point, this morning I was thinking about getting an oil change, so I was asking for directions saying, “So do I get off Bake?”… out of the blue popped little Noelle saying, “I want to go to Bake too!”.  Uh, sorry girl, you have school.  And you don’t even know what Bake is!

Oh but the chattering doesn’t end there.  You’d think that when she’s playing independently, that the chatter would die down.  Nope.  She also loves dictating how to do things step by step as she does them, even if she’s talking to nobody else but herself.  For example, as she plays with her play-doh, she will detail out exactly what she’s doing, “First, you press the mold down… then you take away the excess…” (Yes, she really said excess.  I admit it.  I was pretty proud).


Extracurricular Fun

Her favorite activities are going to the local park and riding the carousel, so we do those a lot on the weekends!  When on the carousel, she has very particular tastes about which “horsies” or animals are best, and makes sure we know not to put her on the “scary horsie”.  She loves to run wild and getting us to chase her at the park, then she makes her rounds on the swings and slides until she’s all tired out.  Once at home, she loves to make play-doh.  Seriously, it feels like play-doh spit up all over our home!  She’s also really into painting with watercolors.  I’d like to describe her art as abstract.

Her other big obsession is all things with 4 wheels.  Mater from Disney Pixar’s Cars is her favorite, must be something about his buckteeth and goofy smile that draws her in, but she’s a fan of Lightning McQueen too.



She is a sweet and thoughtful little girl who definitely thinks before she reacts.  Even at the young age of three, she seems so matter-of-fact and logical in her decision-making process.  That definitely didn’t come from easily excitable me!  She always wants to share her food and toys with me.  She offers me a bite of this and a bite of that, “but not too much, ok mama?” she says.  She’s afraid I might eat it all, leaving none for her!  My husband and I love to alternate giving her kisses, and she happily obliges.  I say, “mommy too”, and he says, “daddy too!”and we fight for her kisses, back and forth and back and forth, until she tires of us grown children and refuses to dole out more.  She loves to sing, dance, and jump up-down-and-all-around at home and with those she feels comfortable with, insisting that we join in on the fun too!

Despite all the ways she’s grown, and despite all her insistence on wanting to be a big girl now, she is still my baby in so many ways.  It shows up in the way she crawls into our bed in the wee hours of the night, in the way she asks us to kiss away her boo boo’s for every scrape, fall, and bump.  It appears when she’s overwhelmed by people or finds herself in some unknown place, and comes running into my warm embrace.  I’m still her mama, and I’m still her everything, even as she recognizes that there is a world beyond me and my arms.  I’m going to hold onto this for as long as I can because I know there will come a day when I won’t be her all in all.

Happy 3rd Birthday, my sweet Noellie.  I love you beyond words.

4 Month and 2 1/2 Year Update


Noelle brought home a cold this month, so Jaren caught his 2nd cold in his short 4 months of life.  The cold coincided with his 4 month well check, so I decided to push out the appointment since I didn’t want him vaccinated while still sick.  These stats came in about 2 weeks after his 4 month birthday at 19 weeks 3 days.

Stats (based off WHO growth charts) —
Weight: 19 lbs, 7.5 oz (98th percentile)
Height: 27.4 inches (98th percentile)
Head circumference: 17 inches (90th percentile)

Needless to say, we have a giant baby on our hands:


“I’m too sexy for my shirt, too sexy…”

Eating – he’s still EBF, and feeds about every 3 hours, for a total of about 6-7 times a day.  Since I go into the office 2x a week, he gets bottles on those days.  Some days he will fuss and cry and fight the bottle, and it takes him hours just to finish 3 ounces and waits until I come home to eat; other days he gulps down the bottle easily with no problem.  I worry that he will go on a bottle strike, so even when I do work from home, I make sure at least one of his feedings is from a bottle.  When I’m at work, I pump 3x a day.  It is so stressful to expect a baby to jump from bottle to boob at the drop of the hat – to be perfectly honest, I don’t think it’s really fair for us or them.

Sleeping – We went through the 4 month sleep regression this month, and it was not fun!  Our regression started around 3.5 months (16 weeks), and we’re now getting past it a little after the 4 month mark (at 18 weeks).  It lasted about 2 weeks for us.  Prior to the regression, J was sleeping from 8-4 am pretty consistently, but once the regression hit he had a few nights where he was waking up every 2 hours just like his newborn days.  On a more regular basis, he would wake at around 10pm, then again around 4am.  He also napped poorly, and fussed while nursing.  He was always gnawing on his fist and drooling like a waterfall.  Now that we’re past the regression, he’s starting to sleep well again, dropped the 10 pm wakeup, and only waking up once in the middle of the night just like he had been doing.

Teething – It’s begun.  Noelle started teething around this age too and sprouted her first two teeth by 6 months, so it seems he’s following in his big sister’s footsteps.  Hyland’s teething gel helps with the pain, and every once in awhile we’ll give him Infant Tylenol right before bed.  The Winkle and Sophie are his go-to teething toys.




Despite all that’s been going on this month, he is still such a happy baby!  I can’t get over how much he smiles and laughs.  Lately I’ve been putting him in front of the mirror, and he tries to socialize with “the baby in the mirror” (little does he know that it’s his lil’ ol reflection).  He also enjoys a good game of peekaboo and will giggle, coo, and kick up his legs like crazy when we play with him.  He still hasn’t been able to roll over one way yet.

I’m really looking forward to him being able to roll and sit up, and him finding his feet.  I think it’s adorable when babies start playing with their feet.  I love it when their butts are in the air and you get full access to those chubby wubby thighs.




Our biggest highlight this month is that she’s potty trained!  I will be writing about our experience in a separate post, but I’m so glad we’ve moved past this hurdle.  It was the one thing I was dreading most, but she did it!  So proud of her.  Lately, I’ve been trying to savor each moment with her.  I’ve been getting really sad thinking about how fast she’s growing.  I want time to stand still just for a bit.  I feel like it’s running away from me and I can’t catch up.  I’ve been enjoying just snuggling up with her in front of the TV at the end of the day, helping her with her puzzles, and building fortresses and castles with her out of her blocks.  She asks me to draw her ants, Jaren, flowers, and bears and I happily oblige.  She copies everything I do.  I copy her back.  We laugh.  I stop, I stare.  When did she grow up?  Her smiles kill me; her kisses consume me.




Every night, at the very end of her bedtime routine, she says, “Mommy loves Noelle.  Daddy loves Noelle.”  I nod my head in agreement, and whisper the words back because I know she needs to hear them.  I sure do, baby girl, I sure do.  You will always be my baby at 2 years, at 5, at 50.

Some of my favorite moments with my kids are when I’m sitting with Jaren, and Noelle will come over to me, squeeze herself into whatever space I have left in my lap, and say, “Your two babies”.  Yes darling, you two will always be my two babies.



Happy 2 Year’s, Noellie Belly!

Has it already been two years since I saw my daughter’s face for the very first time?  I can hardly believe it.

She is becoming more and more her own person.  Precise, focused, determined, and feisty are just a few adjectives that come to mind.  She is a tall little thing, and often gets mistaken for a three-year-old.  She has a very serious personality, with an incredibly silly side she only shows those closest to her.  Not only is she shy, but she is modest too; often pulling down her shirt if her belly button shows to make sure she’s all covered up.  The apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree, as both my husband and I are that way.

Whenever we transition out of an activity, she’ll make sure to wave and say, “bye bye” to whatever we’re doing.  For instance, she has this ABC puzzle matching game she loves to play with, but if I pull her away from it, she’ll say, “bye bye ABC’s”.


I asked, “Where’s the Letter P?”

She’s always observing; taking in her surroundings before she acts.  She is meticulous, and really clean for a two-year old.  Two going on Thirty?  She loves to take out all our tupperware, then put them back exactly where they belong.  She enjoys “cleaning” – you’ll often find her with a towel in hand, scrubbing the floors or wiping that smidgen of dirt off her blue bear’s face.  By no means does this mean our house is in spic-n-span condition – it still looks like a tornado (named Noelle) came through.  She also has a nurturing and compassionate side, often kissing the “boo boo’s” away for mommy, daddy, and her myriad of stuffed animals.


She is obsessed with numbers, letters, and colors.  With her ABC’s, if you tell her to find a random letter in the alphabet, she will tell you without fail – she knows them all.  She can count to eleven, but go past that and she redirects us back to 1.  As for colors, she has her say with those too, often picking out what color cloth diaper she wants to wear – purple and blue are her favorites.  My husband loves to whisper to me that “our daughter is a genius”, and said the other day, “she has a photographic memory!” – but I just laugh it off and shake my head, knowing he’s just being a proud daddy.  Aren’t all parents this way?

She talks quite a bit, and if we don’t understand her the first time she usually finds a creative way to get her point across.  She is a girl who knows what she wants, and more importantly, knows how to get what she wants.  I lost track of her word count long ago, but she can string about 4-5 words together, with most of her “sentences” consisting of 4-5 syllables.  Some common phrases include: “I eat cwan-bewwies” [cranberries], “ducky change shirt too” (when I’m changing her in the morning), “I help clean”.  And most recently, “I love you, Mommy” – Heart. Melting.  I love you too, Noellie Belly.


She loves to sing, and makes sure we always close out her bedtime routine with Jesus Loves Me.  She also reminds us that we need to pray for Danielle, Tanya, Holly, and Ben (her friends at school), and says the “a-men!” with much conviction.


She’s still wary of strange adults, but is slowly getting better – it takes her about 30 min to warm up now, much improved from an hour or more.  She’s still anti-men, except her daddy, whom she adores.


However, she loves being around other children and will often follow the bigger kids around the playground, trying to do what they do.  She toddles around with her bag of dried cranberries and offers to share with whoever will take them.  She also got her first kiss this past December, at the horror of my overprotective husband!


When she needs help, and she often does… she will say, “daddy help you”.  She really means “me”,  but she doesn’t quite have a handle on proper pronoun usage yet.  She does know her possessives though.  She has yet to utter her own name, but uses the word, “my” pretty regularly (e.g. “my bear”, “my water”).  I’ve also been trying to teach her her age – “you’re TWO YEARS OLD now, Noelle!”, and so far all I’ve gotten are blank stares in return.

Her birth, her life, changed our lives.  I wonder what the next few years will bring as she makes the transition from only child to big sister, and we become a family of four.

“Mommy and Daddy love you, Noellie Belly”.  I say it while kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks, hands.  I hold her close, committing her baby smells to memory.  I never want her to doubt our overwhelming, overflowing love for her; thinking if I tell her enough and show her enough… she will somehow retain these memories in her subconscious.

Noelle – you will forever be our first, and you are uniquely, perfectly, beautifully made.  Happy 2 years, sweet baby.


Celebrating a low-key birthday over brunch

Note: I wrote two versions of this post, this one felt more personal so I chose to use it here and rewrote another for Hellobee.  If you want a breakdown of her milestones and schedule it can be found on Hellobee.

12-Month Update

So you’ve made it through 12-months of updates with me – Congratulations!  From here on out, I won’t be posting anymore monthly updates.  My baby is growing up!  We celebrated her 1st birthday last weekend and it was great!  Separate post on that later.  For now, let’s see what my baby girl has been up to this last month…

First Cold: towards the end of December, Noelle caught her first cold!  She had a fever of about 100.3 for two days, but was still in good spirits.  If it wasn’t for the runny nose, I wouldn’t even have thought anything was wrong.  We fed her a low dose of baby Tylenol about once a day for 2 days to help ease the discomfort and the cold left as quickly as it came.

Feedings: I am still thoroughly confused about how to approach feeding my daughter.  Now that she’s one, I’m supposed to gradually wean her from the bottle and transition her to whole milk.  I cut down one of her bottles, so she only drinks from her bottle 3x a day and gets 3 meals of solids (breakfast, lunch, dinner) on top of that.  I try to get her to drink whole milk from a sippy cup but she doesn’t like it and spits it right out once she realizes it’s not water.  I’m nervous about getting rid of more bottles because what if she doesn’t get enough to eat during the day?

So I did what any modern-day mom would do – I turned to my friend Google.  I weeded through several pages of Google search results, but these were the links I found most useful:

Here’s a rough idea of what her eating schedule is like now:

  • 7am (wake) – 6 oz bottle
  • 8am (breakfast) – usually eggs, apple slices, and cut up PBJ.
  • 12pm (lunch) – porridge, etc.
  • 3pm – 6 oz bottle
  • 5pm (dinner) – chicken/fish, yogurt, etc.
  • 7pm (before bed) – 6 oz bottle

Sleeping: Some nights she sleeps like a CHAMP!  But other nights, like last night… she wakes up crying/screaming for no apparent reason (almost always around 5am).  The room was warm & cozy, she didn’t have a poopy, and she drank a full bedtime bottle so I ruled out hunger.  She just wanted to be held for 5-10 minutes before knocking out again.  She does this a few times a week.  I guess like all things parenting, you never know what you’re gonna get.  If someone has an idea why this is happening, I’m all ears!

Learning/Playing: She still LOVES playing peekaboo and has more interest in adult gadgets (like my tripod for one) than her colorful, cute toys.  Here’s a blurry pic (kicking myself for not getting a clear picture) of her playing peekaboo with no one in particular… then she gets super excited and starts clapping to herself!

She also continues to imitate everything we do.  Sometimes if she’s doing something, but I’m not doing it… she’ll grab and lift up my hand as if motioning for me to follow along with her.  She’s also really good at imitating our words.

Recently, I read an interesting post about incorporating teachable moments throughout the day – I didn’t know there was a formal study on this, but I guess I was already doing some of this in my own way.  When I do anything with her, I walk through what we’re doing – “Mommy is putting on your socks”, “It’s diaper change time”, “what’s that blue, round thing?”.  When she wants to be held, as I’m about to lift her up into my arms I go “UP!”.  Whenever she is about to do/touch something she isn’t supposed to, I use a very low, serious tone.  Even if babies can’t understand all our words, I figure they can at least understand our intonations and body language.  Thus, I try to be as expressive and verbal as possible when communicating with my girl.

She also LOVES climbing the stairs.  She is SO good at it and can climb super fast.  How they do that?  We finally put gates on the top of the stairwell.

“Neener neener neener… Catch me if you can!”

Words: So far she can say – Apple, Socks, Up, Opposites, What’s that? (including the question mark tone), Hi, Bye, Doggy, Daddy, and Mommy.

This month, her growth and height somehow evened out and she’s now around the 50th percentile for both.  She must’ve inherited her Daddys’ korean head though because it’s still at the 75th percentile.  Hope she doesn’t topple over, lol!  (Korean’s are stereotypically known for their big heads).

A sneak peek of her in her 1st birthday outfit:

Her growth – revisited:

4-months: 15 lbs 10 oz (90%) | 25 3/4 inches (92%) | 41 1/2 cm (50%)
6-months: 18 lbs 2 oz. (90%) | 27 1/2 inches (95%) | 44 cm (75%)
9-months: 19 lbs 2 oz. (50%) | 28 1/2 inches (75%) | 46 cm (75%)
12-months: 21 lbs 4 oz (50%) | 29 1/4 inches (55%) | 46 1/2 cm (75%)