Today was Mango's 2 month doctor appointment, the one with all the shots :( When they weighed her, I was actually surprised because I thought she was such a big baby, but she's 60th percentile for height and only 30th percentile for weight. So she's actually a skinny little thing. Wouldn't know it to look at her though. She is chubbers! It's funny because Strawberry was 50th percentile for both height and weight, but wore 0-3 month clothes until she was at least 4 months, but Mango is already wearing 3-6 month clothes. Weird. Maybe they shrunk the baby clothes. I really thought she was going to be over the 75th percentile for both height and weight. Her head was about 25th percentile. Anyway, this is all stuff only a mom cares about, hey?
She did pretty well with the shots. She cried for about 5 minutes and then went to sleep. Strawberry cried for the rest of the day with her 2 month shots and Apple cried for 1 minute then was fine for the rest of the day. It's really fascinating to compare how all my kids are different. Mango has definitely been the fussiest. She doesn't cry uncontrollably, but she knows what she wants and isn't very patient. She's pretty loud. A lot of times, she sort of sounds like a little bird. She's got a really cute cry. At least it isn't annoying. :) And she doesn't like being put down. She does, however, sleep at night very well and stays asleep in her crib. She is also the only one to absolutely reject bottles and pacifiers, which is probably why she is the fussiest because we can't just stick the plug in. Anyway, she's a great baby and we love her like crazy.
Luke left for Japan this morning and will be gone until Thursday night. Strawberry was very upset. We keep forgetting to tell her about this stuff until the last minute. She has not been doing well with his absences so far. She really is a daddy's girl and it is tough for her to be without him. I remember the first time he left, in 2003 when she was just a year old. She was devastated about it even then. Every time someone came to the front door, she would run to it and call his name, but it was never him and she would come to me and cry. It's a little bit frustrating for me though because I miss him too, but I don't get to wander around sobbing about it because I've got three little girls to take care of and it just isn't fair that they get to mope and I don't. This deployment is going to be especially hard because I'm doing it on my own this time. Before, I was living with Mom and Dad and so there was an extra set of back-up parents so I actually could mope and be depressed and my little ones wouldn't be neglected. Plus, I had a job to distract me from how sad I was. Oh well. I guess it's time for me to toughen up anyway. :)
On a happy note, we split the girls up into their own rooms this past week. They were driving each other and us crazy sharing a room and since we have a whopping 4 bedrooms now, we decided that they could have their own rooms. We moved the computer and bookshelves into Mango's room and the treadmill into the garage. We let the girls decorate their walls with vinyl stickers and it turned out really cute. They have these adorable night lights at IKEA that are ladybugs and flowers. It's going well so far except we're getting, "This is my room. GET OUT!" a little too often. I just can't wait until Mango is old enough to fight too. :p