Week 17 (Almost 18)

Well the birthday party is finally over! It was a wonderful, yet exhausting day! Alexandria had so much fun with her friends, Aunts, Uncles, Grandma's & Grandpa. She recieved so many beautiful and thoughtful presents, all of which are her favorite, or so she claims. She was very excited to introduce her friend Alyssa to her cousin Connor, she even told him that Alyssa was her best friend. Connor didn't seem that interested or impressed ;) So yes we are happy the party is over, it was so much work, but it was totally worth it.

We are excited for Alexandria's actual birthday to come. We are taking her to Edmonton and going to Chucky Cheese (that may change depending on our tolerance levels) and then to the water park at West Ed. Alex is very excited to be going swimming, mom and dad are not so excited. I'm dreading looking for a bathing suit. And Pat is just plain dreading going swimming. But I know we will have a blast.

Both Alex and I had doctors appointments today. It was her 3 year check up. Other than her not sleeping I had no concerns. She now weighs 28 pounds (up from 25 last September) and is an astounding 37 inches tall (up from 32)! And its all in the legs. I had a sad moment today as I was marking her height and weight on her growth chart and noticed that 3 years was when they stopped recording such things. Made me pause and look back over the past 3 years and look at how much my baby has grown!

She had gained 20 pounds and grown 18 1/4 inches since the day she was born! The growth chart is a mash of ups and downs, no steady straight curve for our little first born. She, just like her growth chart, is a mash of ups and downs. There is no medium ground for Miss. Calon. She is either happy as happy can be or pissed off at the world. She smiles at everyone she sees and calls all new children (anyone under 17) she meets, her best friend! She gets so excited when she pee's or poop's in the potty. And loves her new brother or sister to the ends of the earth. And the other side of the coin is the child who yells at her dog for sniffing her toys "BRUCE NO THATS MY TOY!! GET OUTSIDE NOW!!!!" Yells at the top of her lungs at bed time "Ow I'm hurt I need help!" just in hopes of us letting her out of her room. And stomps around with her hands on her hips scolding her dolls and toys for some unknown crime. What a remarkable little person.

Enough of my reminising onto my doctor's appointment. I lost another pound :( Not much of a surprise since I haven't really regained my appetite yet. But it is getting better day by day. The babies heart beat was 148 BPM. "Oh that GIRL!" my mom exclaimed when told. Apparently she wasn't listening when I told her a month ago that didn't mean anything ;) But we are all waiting, very impatiently, for September 21st. My ultrasound is in the morning so as long as this little monster co-operates the boy or girl battle will be concluded and the results known when everyone gets home from work ;)

We still have a solid girl name (or I do at least). We are not even talking about a boy name. Every name someone suggests I shoot down "nope starts with a C" "nope starts with a K" "nope ends in a N" or just plain "ew I hate that one!" The book of 100,001 names has failed. I am still waiting for some good suggestions... (hint hint) ;) And since I shoot down all the names both Pat and his cousin Matt called the baby Smokin' Joe all August long! I'm very scared that if its a boy, Pat will fill out the forms in secret when I'm in the bath room or something. Smokin' Joe Calon... Oh gosh that gives me a fright ;)

Happy name hunting everyone!