Medical minutiae

We went to the 15 month check-up today. Margaret was tired (as befits a kid who had woken up hollering in the middle of the night the last two days), but was really active, something that the doctor noted as the kid tried to climb all over the place. Currently, she's 32.5 inches tall which puts her in the 95th percentile for height and 22 pounds 12 ounces which puts her in the 50th percentile for weight. So she still appears to be our tall, lean little supermodel.

She also got three shots and had blood drawn (to check whether, for example, the 21st century DC plumbing system was poisoning her with lead.) In the past, this type of event led to hollering, but the lead-up wasn't too traumatic. This time, however, her vigorous objections and squirming required both Abby and me to hold her down while the poor nurse (always the same one, poor woman, which has to be unpleasant, sort of like being the grim reaper since every kid screams after her appearance) jabbed her with needles.

Finally, we had to fill out a questionaire to determine her development level. Her genetic predecessors will be pleased to know that, while she's only 15 months old, she's displaying skills comparable to those of a 2 year old. Naturally, since she obviously is a most exceptional child.

By the way, the questions involved things like: "When you perform house cleaning, does your child mimic your activities?" As the following pics of Maggie with our friend Rodah indicate, she sure does.