In a continuation of Sunday’s weepy post, I am still feeling a little melancholy over my little baby not being my little baby any longer. Technically, she’s not walking, so I can still call her a baby, right? I mean, she’s not officially a toddler until she can, well, toddle, right? Okay, good. I thought so.

Coco had her one year check-up yesterday with her new pediatrician, whom I adore. I knew she had me when she told me she was a transplanted “salty” New Englander (is there any other kind?) and that her family was very Katharine Hepburn-esque. I adore Katharine Hepburn. She is my idol. My husband used to drive me around her old Connecticut neighborhood in the hopes that I’d bump into her at her favorite ice cream spot. You know, the couple who stalks together stays together… But the doctor and me? We totally clicked, spent way too much time talking about social matters and perhaps not enough time talking about medical ones. Just kidding, we did cover everything, because as usual, I came prepared for our appointment with a notebook filled with jotted down thoughts and questions. I’m kind of a nerd like that. It’s that whole obsession I have with lists.

Coco is in the 60th percentile for height, perfectly respectable, although maybe not as impressive as her big sister’s 95th percentile for height. But her weight? She is in the 3rd percentile. She actually weighed about 2.5 ounces less than she did at her nine month check-up, but the doctor thinks maybe she lost a few ounces from this nasty little stomach bug the girls have been fighting all week. The doctor isn’t concerned, particularly when I told her that I was the World’s Skinniest Kid. As a baby? I was in the 5th percentile for weight. So little Coco? She takes after her mama. Finally. A kid that takes after me. Because Pea? She is clearly her father’s daughter. Tall and solid. Oh, and those gorgeous blue eyes. Those definitely came from her daddy.

Needless to say, we didn’t get any shots yesterday. We have to go back in six weeks for a follow-up to check her weight and she’ll receive her twelve month vaccinations then. But we have six weeks to, as the doctor said, “calorie pack.” Lots of butter. And whole milk. Sounds like a yummy diet to me…