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Willow's a big tot, and her sis might be too

Willow turned 2 on Monday, and she'll proudly let you know how old she is by chiming, "Two!, then throwing up four fingers (and sometimes her thumb too).
Our little tot is getting to be a big girl now. She can use the potty, and she can sleep (rarely still) in the big girl bed. She can push herself around on a tricycle, and she can climb the ladder up to the slide in the backyard.
Of course as a toddler, she's Miss Independent and Miss Frustration, but she really does pretty well at tackling those "No, I do it" tasks and in communicating with us (though we had a tough time understanding each other today when she asked for "Nemo shoes," and all I heard was "No more shoes!" She toddled around frustratingly in bare feet for a while).
I took her to the zoo for her birthday, and she showed sure signs she was growing up. She preferred walking over rolling around in the stroller (this made it tough for me to keep up with her little butt when she scooted off into crowds of schoolchildren while I tried to maneuver with the stroller). But as she tuckered out, she succumbed to the stroller.
Also at the zoo, she took on the bigger boys in the tot gym. Sometimes she bested the 4- and 5-year-old boys at their rough-housing games when she threw her weight into the matter. Literally.
That gets me to this tidbit.
Willow is a BIG girl. She's already the size of an average 3-year-old girl (and maybe even bigger). She wears 3T shirts, and some of those are a bit tight. At her annual checkup, she weighed in at 30.5 pounds and measured at 36 inches (and she really wasn't lying straight on the table). Those measurements put her at the 95th percentile of 2-year-old girls. So, yep, she's bigger than 95 percent of the kiddos her age that you know. Willow has a big brain too. I don't want to get too braggy, so I'll leave it at this: She's the smartest baby in the history of the universe.
And don't forget, Baby No. 2 is on the way (that's Baby Code Name "Olive" to you), and she's looking like a whopper too. The midwife estimates she's at least 8 pounds now (she arrives one week from today). But I'm telling you, Little Miss Thang is looking awfully big in Mommy's tummy.
We had better buy more groceries.

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