here's the Button update:

last week, she had her 18 (19) month well baby check. while she leaped to something like the 35th or 40th percentile in height at 31 1/4 inches, she's holding steady in the 25th percentile for weight at 22 lbs. i didn't get the percentile for head circumference, but judging by the fact the it's still a bit of a struggle getting t-shirts over her head, i'm assuming she remains in the huge melon club. brian heard somewhere that if you double the height that a child is at age 2, you get something close to what their adult height will be. at this rate, she will be taller than me, not that it is any surprise to me. i just figured she'd end up being taller than me with half of her genes coming from brian.

she seems to be trying to communicate in more complex (for a toddler anyway) ways. you be the judge: yesterday, she was trying to find the kitty and didn't seem to be able to locate him. she came to me and said "go go, meow?" and yes, she did use the inflection to indicate that it was a question. i took this to mean "where did the kitty go?" i was ecstatic that she was able to come to me and put some words together to verbalize the concept.

since sunday, sleep has not been easy to come by for all who reside in Button land. sunday night, she had a fever and slept for a while, then came into our bed and tossed and turned for 3+ hours, then went downstairs with brian for a couple more hours, coming back to bed around 5 am. monday night, even tho sleep had been at a premium the night before, i stayed up late finishing the photo album of the bike ride/walk for our friend john. i slipped into bed a little before 11, half an hour later, rory once again woke up and came into our bed only to toss and turn until about 3:30 am, when i gave up and took her into her crib and let her cry herself to sleep just so i could get a couple of hours of sleep in. when i woke up, i felt like i had a really bad hangover (and i had no alcohol the night before). rory's fever was little lower, but i didn't think i could make it through a day of work, nor did i honestly think that i could safely drive her to daycare. so we both stayed home. i figured, since she was feeling better, i could probably get a good night's sleep. NOT. brian and i took turns 'sleeping' with her in the guest bed so that the other could get some sleep, then on my watch, she rolled off the guest bed. OY, THE GUILT! all three of us ended up in our bed around 4 am, exhausted, and slept 'til the alarm went off at 5:30 am. i'm tired, but not as bad as yesterday morning. at least i could drive and function this morning.

and here's the other thing: when we try to put her down to sleep, or she wakes up , and it has a hard transition to wakefulness (i.e. she's crying), she's just starts screaming 'annie, annie'. we have absolutely no idea what this means. there are no annes or annies that figure prominently in her life, and she can't tell us who or what she is referring to. whatever.

oh, and the new hanna andresson catalog arrived yesterday. i could spend tons of money on cute clothes for rory like this (with the matching opposite striped pants) and these with matching fun sweater or top and clogs to go with everything. (i have to say, the pictures in the catalog are much cuter than the static pictures of clothes on the webpage...) you know, her birthday is december 10th...and it's never too early to start planning!