Hawk Baby

First, I want to apologize to those of you who read my last entry before I got a chance to reread it. It was so full of typos it was laughable. Now, I do have a pretty good excuse. I couldn't sleep one night so I was typing it at 4:00 in the morning, but I also have to admit that I am not the best at editing. Usually Yale reads over what I write to make sure it isn't too messed up. Olivia had her 6 month check-up this week. Yale was able to work at home that day so he could go with us. It was nice to have him along. First to hear what the doctor had to say, and second, to help console O after her shots. Luckily, she only had to get 2 (instead of 4) this time. Again, the doctor said she seems healthy and strong. She is right on track developmentally: transferring items from one hand to the other, rolling over both directions, making babbling noises, and close to sitting up on her own. Olivia grew 2 inches (now at almost 26 inches), putting her in the 75th percentile for height. She gained about a pound and a half (13 pounds 11 ounces), which puts her between the 25th and 10th percentile. That part I wasn't too excited about, but Yale keeps reminding me that the doctor said it isn't unusual for breast-fed babies to lose weight at this stage. He also points out that most people would love to be tall and thin, including me. The doctor also said she looks like a healthy, thriving baby. Olivia is back to making her high-pitched screeching noises. So much that Yale has started calling her Hawk Baby. He loves to flap her arms and soar her around the room while she is making these little noises. He also likes to sit her on his lap while they squawk back and forth at each other. Whatever it takes, I guess.