Update on the Crazies...

So, this is how pathetic I am lately.  Anya JUST HAD her 12-month appt. She is almost 16 months.  And then I forgot the little packet thing that has the charts on it that says what her percentiles are, but I'm totally off anyway, since I don't have a 12-month stats thing.  This is a 16-month one.  Anyway:

Weight:  50th percentile
Height:  70th percentile

Can't remember the head, or the actual weight and height, but she's pretty normal.  But yeah, pretty tall for her weight I guess!  So annoying when it comes to her fitting into pants, but Claire was even skinnier so it is easier at least with Anya.

Here are some fun recent pics from my phone, so they're all crappy, let's be honest:

 The little couch potatoes at my in-laws.  I think they both of cups with ice chips in them.  Watching Dora, most-likely!

 Lipstick.  She just can't get enough of it.  And can't get it on her lips, for that matter.

Anya just being a cutie in her jacket.

Claire's favorite outfit, courtesy of Grandma & Grandpa Gollaher for Christmas.  She wears it almost every day.

Claireisms...

-Around Christmas time, we loved talking about Baby Jesus.  One night, during prayers, Claire was like, "Thank thee for Baby Jesus and Big Jesus too."
-Jordan likes to make shakes for the girls in the morning.  Claire wasn't really drinking hers and said, "Mom, you want mine?  Apparently, I don't want mine, so you can have it."

 -Going to get Anya from her nap (Claire likes to go up first a lot of times, to say hi to her, before I have the chance to go get her).  Claire says, as she's going up the stairs:  "No no, ghosts, you can't get me. I'm going to rescue Princess Anya, and you will leave me!"
-"Claire, what's your baby's name?"  Her answer:  "Baby Kern-pops"  Then she changed her mind:  "Baby Krispy."  Then she later said, "Baby Anya."
-In the car with Grandma Taylor:  "Grandma, I don't see your hands driving!  The car's just driving by itself!"
-Family Home Evening with Claire.... we did a lesson on the Holy Ghost, and I was supposed to put little objects into a sock for her to feel, describe, and not tell us what they are...because you feel the Holy Ghost, but can't see it. Anyway, she had a hard time not pulling the object out, and an even harder time finding words to describe things.  We'd have to say, "Is it hard or soft?"  "Is it scratchy or smooth?"  "Is it cold or hot?"  Etc.  Anyway, when I put a plastic bracelet in there, she finally said, "It's soft and braceletey!!!"  Nice.

 -Jordan was talking to Claire the other day, and said, "You know I just love you so much?"  And Claire said, "Yes, Dada."  And he said, "How does that make you feel?" And she said, "It makes me feel happy in the temple of my heart."  How sweet is THAT???
-"Dada, you're scratchy. You should shave yourself."
-"Hey, Claire, can you sing your ABC's still?"  It had been a while since she'd sung that song.  She says, "No, my brain doesn't work."  I said, "Where did THAT come from?"  She said, "The toy box."  Random.
-Claire likes to protect me from things.  She said the other day, "Mommy, I'll protect you from the dinosaurs.  They are afraid of me because I am naughty to them."

-Claire likes to sleep with her furry rice pad...this time she was feeling "sick" (who knows if this is reality??) and put it on her head :)

 -Of course, with my in-laws across the street, I say the word "in-laws" all the time with people. Claire the other day was like, " Are we going to my in-laws??"
-OK, so with Claire's latest eyebrow stitching episode, the other day, she was jumping on the couch at Grandma and Grandpa Taylor's house, and Grandpa was telling her to stop because he was worried she would fall and hurt herself.  She looked at him and very matter-of-factly said, "It's OK Grandpa. I cover my eyebrow."
-Claire likes to hold my hand when we cross the street or parking lot...so "I--not she--will not fall down or get hit by a car."  She protects me always.

-This is how Claire sleeps nowadays.  I LOVE IT!!  It's so cute how she puts her hands up to her cheek.  Hard to see, but there's drool too lol.

-Wearing my sports bra.  That's how she thinks she should put it on.  I'm OK with that.  She's three.

-The little monkeys being silly in the tub!

 -So this is funny.  I have Claire some butterscotch pudding.  She said, "Mommy.  This pudding makes me SO HAPPY!! I LOVE IT!"  I give a spoonful to Anya and right away it's as if I gave her arsenic.  She was gagging...in a scary way.  Guess she doesn't like pudding??  Does the same thing with frosting and whipped cream.  She is SO NOT my daughter lol!


Anyaisms...

-Anya likes to walk around with fish lips.  Too bad I haven't gotten a picture yet! It's so cute!
-We read a book about what babies say, and the only page in which she says anything is on the page where the baby is being naughty and she says "uh oh!"
-Anya loves saying "ouchie"
-The other day, we went to get a "baba" for her and as I opened the cupboard for the Quik, she said "I need coklate."  It was so cute.  She's obsessed with chocolate milk.  Claire is too. They have it every morning for breakfast :)

-Caught in the ACT!! I HATE IT when she pulls bows off the ribbons hanging in her bedroom!!  Worst idea ever to hang the bows...
-Anya does animal sounds.  She can do the duck, tiger (she's the best at the growling of course), and the cow (she says "mmmmm" for "moo" though)
-If Anya has anything in her mouth (food) and you offer her something different to eat that...well... MUST look better... she promptly unloads the food from her mouth all over herself so she'll have room for what you have to offer.  It's so awful!!

-More couch potato moments :)

-Anya absolutely LOVES giving "loves" to anyone and everyone.  Especially her big sis.  She does this by laying on top of her like so :)  In church she goes over and nuzzles her head in the chests of little babies, etc. to give them loves.  It's so cute...and a little scary when the babies cry lol.

-She's just a cutie.  What can I say? We just love our little Anya-poo around here :)  But I shouldn't call her Anya-poo because Claire likes to turn that one into a potty language excuse.  It starts going from Anya-poo to Anya poop to Anya poopie and giggles and giggles.  It's bad.

Until next time!