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Today’s report from day care: Charlotte peed on the potty!

Shortly after we got home, Henrietta told us that they’re learning the Pledge of Allegiance at school:
“I don’t remember the words yet. But I remember the pose!”

at which point she walked out to the hall, where we have an old American flag that belonged to Ben’s great-aunt Barb, and put her hand over her heart:

Her great-grandfather would be proud.

Getting ready for bed, talking about Day 2 of Kindergarten, Henrietta observed:

“Mommy, my new Kindergarten is like Camp Bulldog [the child care provided at Yale reunions].”

“How’s that?”

“Well, I don’t know the teacher or kids that well. But everybody’s very nice!”

We’ll let her tell you about it:

Plus a few pictures:

And then we spied through the window as she found her name tag and helped our neighbor Petru find his:

From Henrietta this evening:

• “My life is just full of funny things!”
• “It’s all about me!” (There was context: we were looking at shoes for her online, and debating the relative merits of LL Bean’s athletic Mary Janes and other options.)

Just after meeting with the music school director, a discussion of musical instruments ensues, including this gem: “Well, the cello is good for the blues.”

Henrietta turns 5 today!

Doubled up the checkups this morning:

Henrietta:
– 43 1/2″ tall (72nd percentile)
– 39 lb 12.8 oz (52nd percentile)

Charlotte:
– 33″ tall (82nd percentile)
– 24 lb 3 oz (46th percentile)
– 51cm head circumference (99.95th percentile)

Charlotte, on her 6th ear infection since December, also has a referral to an ENT. 😐

Charlotte is 1 1/2!

She’s a busy, happy, sociable little girl. She has more words than I can list, including “Neema” for Grandmas and Grandpas (kind of interchangeable at this point), and all her friends at Harvard Yard. She loves (and requests) songs. She greets people (“Hi!”) and bids them farewell, complete with blowing kisses. And she loves her big sister—when Henrietta spent an extra day down in Rhode Island after the long holiday weekend, she got up the next morning asking “Where Etta? Where Etta?”

“Mommy, can you see inside Daddy’s brain?”
“No, honey, I can’t. Why?”
“Because you knew what Daddy was going to say! Stop looking into Daddy’s head and let Daddy think things!”

From Charlotte’s 15-month checkup:

• 31.5″ tall (75th percentile)
• 21 lb 7.5oz (24th percentile)
• 50.3cm head (99.94th percentile)

Other fun stuff she’s been up to:

• She can say her own name (kind of), as in “Whose doggy is that?” “Zha laaa!”
• She knows many of her body parts (head, shoulders, knees, toes, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, belly) and associated things (shoes, socks, etc.).

And this morning, I finally took care of her egregious baby mullet.

Before:

After:

Henrietta, on why she likes wearing the sweater I made her:

“I feel like your love is with me wherever I go.”