Our little London is now 18 months old today. To celebrate, she got her very first haircut. We love those piggies, it was just looking a bit too mullet-esque, so just a quick trim. I have been banned from cutting our children's hair by Jonathan after a little trim to Addy's baby hair didn't go so well.
The cute girl cutting London's hair asked me if I wanted to save some of her hair. Go ahead and call me a bad, non-sentimental mother...I just think it is really strange to save hair from their first haircut. I did it with Addy because that's what you're supposed to do, but I'm hear to ask, who said so? It's weird and kinda gross and just tell me, what exactly are you going to do with it? Just sayin'.
Before (zoned out watching a DVD)
After (still zoned out)
I took her at naptime and she was so tired!
Here are the stats:
Height: 33.8" (Still 97th percentile)
Weight: 22.8 lb (Jumped from the 15th to the 25th percentile...fattie)
London was named after my Dad. Huh? Your Dad's name is Barney. While it totally fits my Dad, it wasn't likely that he was going to get any grandchildren named after him...no offense Dad...not because my Dad isn't totally worth naming a kid after, but simply so our kids don't get bullied on the playground. My Dad served his mission in England so we decided to name London "London" to pay homage to my Dad. While I know I already had "favorite child status," this just sort of sets it in stone.
love that bum
London can finally sleep through the night, which means her mother can too! This month marked the first time in 18 months that I didn't have to get up at some horrific hour to feed my baby. I love sleep. It's no wonder I'm not itching to get pregnant again.
London doesn't say much. She can say a few choice words:
shoes
Ma
Da
A-ee (Addy)
nigh nigh
nana (banana)
tada!
but not a whole lot more.
Her typical forms of communication include a loud, piercing whine, pointing, or holding our hands and leading us to what she wants.
She cries and screams from the minute I get her out of the tub until she is dressed for bed.
Her poop smells like fish (side effect of the medication she takes).
She loves to watch DVDs in the car (mother of the year).
She is a climber and will climb up on stools, counters, couches, tables without any problem.
She loves to sit on my bathroom counter while I am getting ready and brush her teeth and stick her fingers in play with my make-up.
She likes to lay down on the counter on her tummy and drink out of the faucet...a little something she learned from Addy.
She mimics anything and everything Addy does, which lately means sitting on the potty anytime Addy goes.
She loves shoes and will make a fuss until she has them on her feet. She tries to take off her footed jammies because she can't wear shoes with them. She will also gladly wear Jonathan's, mine, or Addy's shoes too.
She gives the biggest smiles which makes those big, blue eyes sparkle.
She has learned how to dance quite well over the past few months. Usually includes stomping, raising the roof, and twisting her torso...a natural.
We love you London!