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Rory finally made it to her 12 month check up today. I realize its closer to thirteen months but who's counting? I suffered a terror attack at the end where Dr. Morgan informed me Rory's iron was hovering at 8 and that was VERY VERY BAD. Thankfully the nurse spoke up and said she didn't think the sample she had gotten was good. They ran a new sample, concluded that in fact she was at 10.3, mildly anemic but nothing to be alarmed about, and everyone in the room took a deep breath.

Our little Rorybear weighs 21 pounds 12 ounces and is 29 inches long. She falls a hair above the 50th percentile for weight and a hair below it for height. She's doing all the things an almost 13 month old should do. She won't walk, though I suspect she could if she tried. She talks up a storm and usually with her hands just like her mama. We regularly hear DaTa (dada), yeah, Sketch, Hazel, Josie and Bye Bye. We hear lots of other words sporadically, including Christian, while he was here last week. Odd that she is going so strong on names but not so much on the staples like duck, cup, up (oh, and that one she gave up months ago, MAMA...its not like I carried her for 9 months and then, you know...).

She pitched a royal fit pretty much the whole time we were at the doctor's office. Dr. Morgan asked if we were seeing a bit of her "personality." I explained that we think she is a blossoming drama queen. She said its a sign of intelligence (I have no idea what that conclusion might be based on, but whatever, I think my kids are brilliant so I'll take it.) It took me and two nurses to hold her down for shots....she may be a blossoming wrestler too.