Hank and Maggie Do Cute Stuff

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

1 and 3 year checkups

Maggie weighed in at 22lbs 11oz and 30 inches long. Hank weighed 38lbs and I didn't catch his height but Dr. Cush-John told me he was in the 97th percentile for height, 90th for weight, and Maggie was at 75th percentile all around. She confirmed that Hank could easily pass as a 4 year old since he's grown so much. And as usual, they were both declared perfect. Maggie is good to switch to whole milk too, so no more formula. Hooray for a healthy well visit!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Hank plays soccer!

We found out Wednesday that CABOSA now has a 3-year-old league and thought we'd go ahead and sign Hank up. Then we found out that it started on FRIDAY. So that gave us a crazy couple of days to get him signed up and all of the miniature soccer gear purchased.

He absolutely LOVED it! Come to find out, he introduced himself as "Slinky" and would correct those who referred to him as "Hank". Like most of the other kids he wasn't very focused and took some encouraging to actually stay on the field and listen to his coach. But he was the only kid to stop at every plane that flew over to point and yell at the top of his lungs "I SEE THE AIRPLANE! Mama, I SEE THE AIRPLANE!" The soccer park is near the airport, so he saw at least half a dozen planes, and then one helicopter that he also announced with just as much enthusiasm.

Super hilarious and fun. His buddy Miller Beauclair got to join the same team, so he did know one other kid. They don't have a set team and don't really play formal games, so it's easy to just count off 6 or 8 kids per coach depending on who shows up on any given night. Next time we'll try to make sure James is coaching Hank's team, but for a very first soccer practice it went pretty well.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Hang on to your hat

We took a walk after lunch and when we were almost back home Hank remarked that it was pretty windy outside. I agreed and when I looked down at him I couldn't help but laugh--he had his hand on his head like he was holding his hair down. I explained that his hair wouldn't blow away. He didn't have to hold his hair. "No, Mama, I'm holding my hat down" he corrected me.

"But you're not wearing a hat" I pointed out.

"I have a PRETEND hat!" he exclaimed. And then he continued to hold his pretend hat on until we were safely indoors. He was really concerned about losing it!