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Eliza Rose: Things to Remember, Month 12

Eliza had her one year-check up yesterday and was pronounced to be very healthy by our pediatrician.  We’re trying out our third pediatrician at the practice we go to and hopefully the third time’s the charm!   This pediatrician didn’t care that we’d skipped the pureed baby food (and in fact, pronounced it to be “cool”) or that Eliza has been eating peanut butter and shellfish since about 8 months.   She didn’t dwell on percentiles and charts and focused more on what she observed from examining Eliza and from talking to me.  For the first time in the more than five years that we’ve been going to this office I felt as though I was speaking to a pediatrician who trusted me as a parent, not to someone who thought that they knew best no matter what.  Such a relief!

Eliza weighed in right at 19 pounds and 29 1/4 inches tall.   She’s about a pound and a half lighter than LP was at 12 months but pretty much the same height, and is in the 25th- 50th percentiles for height and weight.  The doctor said she’s right on track developmentally!

At 12 months, just like her big brother before her, Eliza has learned to climb the stairs.  One day she could barely make it up one step, the next day she was up the entire flight before we even realized what she was doing.  Paul and I heard LP yelling from upstairs, “the baby is pestering me!”  Sure enough, she’d climbed the stairs to get to her big brother.   We now have the gate installed until she learns to climb down…_DSC6601

At 12 months, also like her big brother, she’s very adept at cruising on the furniture and has started taking one or two steps between people or things but is still finding her balance.  Unlike her brother though who was very content to cruise around, Eliza is furious about it and wants nothing more than to be able to walk on her own.   She spends most of her time trying to get me to pace the halls with her by grabbing at my fingers and standing up.  If I don’t give in and get up to walk her around immediately she flings herself on the floor, screaming.


At 12 months Eliza is fascinated with taking things in and out.   She loves to open cabinets and drawers, take everything out, and then put it all back in.  At meals the food is taken from her plate to the highchair try and then put back.


At 12 months Eliza is still a great sleeper.  When we’re home she takes a short nap in the morning and then a somewhat longer one in the afternoon.  If we’re out somewhere she’s just fine with a brief nap in the car.   At night she goes to bed around 7 pm and sleeps straight through until 7 am.   She has a stuffed owl with a blanket attached that is her Lovey and she falls asleep clutching it in her right hand with her left thumb in her mouth.


At 12 months Eliza LOVES to go on the swing and has started enjoying the slide too.  She also loves to run around in the driveway in her walker, usually chasing after Paul on his bike.


At 12 months Eliza very rarely wants to sit still and cuddle- she’d prefer to be on the go all the time and will push LP away if he tries to hug her too much.  If she is sitting still it’s usually to sit and look at her books.


At 12 months Eliza Rose is a feisty little sweetheart with a mind of her own.  She knows what she wants and how to get it and has all of us wrapped around her pudgy little finger….


She’s our lovebug, our sweetheart, our Eliza Rose…


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