Emilia has always been chubby. Okay, fat. We thought that when she started walking, she would slim down. It didn't happen. While her weight gain has tapered off (she only gained two pounds between August and October), she's still a chunk.
At her one year check-up, she weighed 26 pounds and was 29 inches long. That puts her in the 95th percentile for weight and between the 25th and 50th percentiles for height. To quote my mother-in-law, "Well, that means she's short and fat like the rest of us."
She wears 18-24 month clothes in several brands. To get her pants big enough to go around her waist, they're so long we have to cuff them. (She does take after her momma.)
Emilia has junk food radar. She's generally a good eater, but she's not always big on formal meals. She would rather snack all day long. And she seems to know when something isn't good for her. She can recognize candy from across the room, even though we really haven't let her have any yet. (Well, at least, I haven't. Maybe Ryan has a secret?) Once she found a Hershey's bar of Ella's in the groceries I was unloading and carried it around for an hour. She loves any kind of cookie, cake, cracker or cereal. And cheese. The girl can't get enough cheese. Chocolate, too. (Maybe she likes things that start with C?)
The Plogers have watched Emilia a few times, and they quickly learned that keeping her mouth full is a great way to keep her happy. Nicole had to cut Emilia off from dessert though. She just kept stuffing more and more and more in her mouth. Kind of like this.
What really confuses me is how she recognizes the junk food. How does she know to reach for the Kit Kat and Pepsi when she's never had either one? And how does she know not to reach for broccoli? It must be that we give much more to our children than eye color and skin tone. In Emilia's case, it would seem that she genetically programmed to find pleasure in food. Yep, she's our baby!
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