Big girl

Veronica had her three-year-old checkup yesterday. We finally decided to split the twins’ appointments up with this one, because it was becoming very long with both of them, and everyone left the office very crabby. (Colin goes in next week.) 

I think Veronica enjoy it being an outing for just the girls, even though she was very nervous about going to the doctor. Colin tried to reassure her as we were leaving. “I go to the doctor all the time,” but I don’t think that helped. We talked about everything that the doctor would do as we walked over to the office, and she was very brave. You would only know she was nervous by the way she needed to hold my hand or be very close to me, and by her racing heartbeat. 

As we already knew, Veronica is doing great developmentally, and is showing many signs of being another smart cookie like her big brother. Like him, she has an ability to look at a situation or a series of facts and put the pieces together very quickly. (I think Colin is very smart too, but his brain works differently than the other two so he won’t suffer as much from being compared to Ethan.)

Veronica weighs 31 pounds, which puts her at the 60th percentile on the CDC growth charts, and is 38.25 inches tall, which puts her at the 75th percentile. And she is very proud of how tall she is getting. She tells us at least five times a day how much taller than Colin she is. (She’s lucky that for now, that doesn’t bother him — he is unaware of the stigma that is often attached to being short in our society.)

You would never know, watching Veronica, that she was born three months early. She is all caught up and not looking back at all. You go girl!