Sizing Up

First I have to tell a bad story. I don't like telling all the bad things that John does because he's so sweet, and I don't want him to only read bad things when he's older, but this one just has to go in the books. He and Eve have both had colds for quite some time. I'm hoping that's part of it. I also keep hoping he's getting his molars and that's part of the excuse, but no luck there, either. I think it's just that he has his mother's strong will (otherwise known as stubbornness), and his Daddy's temper (the perfect storm). Anyway, Sunday we had the battle of all battles. It all started with him not wanting to put on his shoes. It was time to go to church. Buck was already there practicing. I finally picked him up and sat him in my lap to put them on. He wouldn't sit still so I told him he could sit nicely in my lap, or he could sit in his time out chair (a booster seat strapped to a kitchen chair-it has a lap belt). So, he kept kicking and I took him toward the booster seat. He got even more mad (as did I) and wouldn't let me put him in the seat (typical). I said I wasn't going to fight him, he could sit nicely or have a spanking. After about 5 spankings, several puffs of steam from my ears, one failed attempt at spanking with the wooden spoon, and lots of yelling from both parties, I decided to just muscle him into the seat while he was screaming at me and hitting me. When I finally got him in (he's very strong), I went in the other room so he'd feel isolated and I could cool down. All of a sudden I heard a loud thud. In his rage, he somehow knocked over the kitchen chair, with the booster seat and HIM in it! He was fine, still just angry, still wouldn't put his shoes on. So I couldn't think of anything else. I put him outside in the carseat (another extremely physical battle) and finished getting Eve ready. It was cold outside, but he was still working up a sweat. He screamed all the way to church. I finally said we could go play with kids and toys, or we could sit in the car if he couldn't calm down. Whew! I went out shopping alone Sunday afternoon.

Now that that's out of the way, here's how everyone measures up. John just happened to step on the scale while we were at the pediatrician, so I weighed him...36 pounds! He's gained 2 pounds in 2 months! 2-year-olds aren't really supposed to do that. I mark it up to the holidays. Thanks a lot, Halloween! No, really he's just been growing a lot. I'm guessing he's probably a lot taller, too.

Eve is 16 pounds 15 ounces (80th percentile) and 27 inches (87th percentile). She did great with her shots, and is doing well developmentally as well. She's very close to sitting on her own. She's had a few times where she's been up several minutes, but she isn't reliably like that yet. She's scooting backward and rolling all over the place. I've even caught her up on her knees! Scary. I'm not ready for her to be so mobile. We're fortunate that she likes to play with monster trucks, trains, and matchbox cars. I hope that sticks.