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so at izzy's 15 month appointment the other day, we found out she has only grown an inch in the past 3 months but has gained no weight. her head has grown a little bit, but just barely. i guess that part is okay, because she doesn't like hats anyway.

i've been concerned about how small she is, because everyone and their dog points out how tiny she is. i know they mean well, but i don't really like it when they call her "a peanut." what does that even mean? she doesn't look like a peanut. she doesn't act like a peanut (wears a top hat and carries a cane). she can't even eat peanuts. she's allergic to them.

anyhoo...

she's skinny. not weird for a kid who was born from a woman who is 5'2" and was always petite growing up. in the process of talking about her growth, i mentioned to the doctor that i wanted to get izzy tested for her food allergies. i have found out (the hard way) what things produce hives, so i have stayed away from those items. as a concerned parent, i just wanted to be sure and also have the precaution for a possible severe reaction should it occur (i.e. an epi-pen).

i took her in (unfortunately, for the second time) to get her blood drawn. poor thing did not "produce" enough the other day, so i had to bring her in again. i filled her up with apple juice this time, so it was thankfully fail-safe.

as soon as i stepped into the room, izzy knew. she grabbed my neck and wailed. she saw the nurses come in and screamed. she was so horrified that she even started shaking her head "no" to tell herself or me that she couldn't believe this was happening again. she was such a brave girl though, because she actually looked at the needle. i can't even do that. i abhor needles and drawing blood.

needless to say, i am totally proud of her. despite the tragedy of the day, she came out of it giving the nurses a pissy-face with no crying. good thing we're moving. the blood will be traveling to the infamous mayo clinic, and we'll know in a week. meanwhile, enjoy some random video of how crummy it is to be a baby at the doctor.

cousin it look-a-like

with my crazy kinks growing out (thank you hormone changes) and my bangs acting as my own personal shades, i feel it is time to get a new haircut. plus, we are moving and i am leaving my beloved hairstylist. it took me a little while to find her here in minnesota, so i am dreading the hunt and potential bad haircuts in utah.

you see, not everyone can cut straight, asian hair well. all you girls with hair similar to mine know what i mean. mistakes are not easily hidden. lack of layering can make one's head look like a paintbrush. too much layering or poor cutting skills can wreak havoc on the hair. plus, i hate it when certain hairstylists feel that they have to impose their style on your head. i never tell them i want my hair to be giant and heavily-laden with product. they just assume.

anyway, i found a couple of 'dos i like. they're not terribly new or exciting, because i am trying to be realistic with how much time my child allows me to do my hair.





hairstyles were found on rasysa.