11 Year Old Stats

Little miss is growing like a weed.  At age 11, she got straight A's for her first quarter of 5th grade.  Weight is 60.2 pounds (4th% - she's gained just over 3 pounds this past year). Height is 56.75" (50th% - gained 3 inches this past year!).  BMI has taken a severe plummet south, as little girl has grown substantially up, without the accompanying growing out.  It's now 13.14, which puts her in the .38th%.  That's POINT 38.  Not 38.  But, she eats well, and is healthy, and has never been much in terms of BMI anyway, so I'm not concerned.  It will catch up to her, I am assured.  I was built just like her as a kid, and look at my robust BMI now ;).

We were thinking this would be just a standard well-child visit, going to the doctor yesterday, but when I mentioned that she happened to have a fever on Monday, and a sore throat today, the doctor took a look-see, and found... dum dum DUM.... Hand/Foot/Mouth disease.  YUCK.  Sure enough. Bright red throat filled with blisters, and if I would've looked more carefully before the appointment, I would've noticed the rash on her hands, feet, and chin.  Yuck yuck yuck.  Poor thing.  So, good thing we had a well-child scheduled for this day anyway.  I kept her home from school, and maybe it stopped the spread of the gunk just a bit at Houghton Elementary (I doubt it, but maybe).

Overall, though, little girl is healthy, growing, and taking on age 11 by storm!!

YAY REAGAN!!

More Reagan!

Inept Tooth Fairies

Reagan, this morning after breakfast: "Mom, I lost another tooth this morning."
Mom: "Oh wow!  It came out with the pancakes, eh?"
Reagan: "I would put it under my pillow, but there's still a tooth under there from the last time."
Mom: "Last time?  When did you lose your last tooth?"
Reagan: "When I went to Mackinac Island last month."
Mom: "You need to announce these things out-loud so the tooth fairy can hear you."
Reagan: "I did.  Several times.  The tooth fairy didn't come when I lost my tooth last tooth in Wyoming either.  That's three teeth it's not showed up for."

(in the tooth fairy's defense, Reagan lost THREE teeth on that trip, and the tooth fairy simply could not keep up.  Why did I pay for braces when she didn't have any permanent teeth at the time, apparently????).

Mom: "Well, we just have to admit it.  Your tooth fairy is inept."
Reagan: "What?"
Mom: "Inept.  Meaning she's bad at her job."
Reagan: "Oh yes.  Definitely."

The Tale of the Blue Skittle, and a playdate with friends.

Cold Lunch

I used to make the kids their lunches when they were little, and found that they never ate what I packed, and it all ended in the trash.  Plus, I hated making lunches, having done it for myself as a kid.  It's just one of those chores that I CAN'T STAND for some reason.  Thus, my children have, for the last several years, eaten hot lunch at school every day.

This might be a form of reverse psychology, but you know what Reagan wants now?  Cold lunch!  And she's packing it herself, because I don't want to.  Today, she packed herself roast beef, spaghetti squash, fresh plums, and cucumbers (plus some fruit gushers for snack time).  I would never think to pack such a lunch for her, but it's what she wants, and I am positive it's healthier than whatever she could get at school.  So YAY!!

We'll see how long it lasts.

A Project With Grandpa

Reagan, from the moment we became cat owners, has been begging to make either a cat tower or a cat house for Senia.  While Rob and I were in Nashville, and the boys in Marquette for a cross country meet, Grandpa and Reagan finally did just that.  Behold.  The two-story cat condo.  The bottom one was supposed to be for Gunnar, but he's too fat to fit, and the cat moved into it anyway.

The Designer

Reagan's attempt #2 at a full-length gown for her trip next month to the Grand Hotel with Dad.  This was a wrap-around, empire waist number with a side rosette and an organza overlay over the bodice.  She designed and sewed it herself.  She's getting pretty good, that girl!