18 month check-up

kitten had her 18-month check-up today. her percentiles are as follows:

head: 46cm (50%)

height: 31 7/8" (50%)

weight: 21.5lbs (15%)

so clearly she's still a skinny minnie, which isn't too surprising since most of her food ends up on the floor. she's developing some picky eating habits, much to my chagrin. i thought i'd just expose her to a wide variety of foods from an early age and problem solved! yeah not so much. but she's following right along the growth curve, and her percentiles are still about the same as when she was born, so no worries.

in the waiting room

we had shots today. she was MAD, but settled down almost as soon as i picked her up and wiped away her tears of indignation. i set her on my lap to redress her, and she carefully patted the band-aids on her thighs through her pants and muttered, "uh-oh. uh-oh." which put a lump in my throat. i wanted to take her home and snuggle her for the rest of the day, but by the time we reached the parking lot she had forgotten all about it, distracted by her strawberry shortcake sticker.

have i ever mentioned that she is the absolute love of my life?

17 months old

skillz

kitten having an after-school snack with aunt erin, yesterday:

sometimes i wish i were gay

does that sound weird? i guess so.

but seriously, it would be so nice to spend all of my time with someone who actually shared most - or even some - of my interests. instead of jake who hates my short haircut even though i love it, and never notices what color my nails are painted, and likes to window shop at best buy, and watches Tim & Eric's Awesome Show and owns rifles.

several years back i mused to my very good (and gay) friend jeremy, wow, it must be convenient to be gay.

i mean, think about it:

honey, this evening, let's go get pedicures. and then let's stop by Sephora because i want to get a new scrubbing face wash. and then we can go see a chick flick and pour reese's pieces into our popcorn and drown it in extra butter because i have pms and i know you understand my need for extra butter. and tomorrow i'm going to go get a haircut and go even shorter this time because i know you won't judge me for cutting off my very long, very high maintenance, very hot and itchy long locks that i had when we met that were perpetually up in chopsticks because i couldn't stand it.

but i guess that's what friends are for, right?

i need more girl time.

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