Today I’m 21 months old, which means that in only 3 more months my terrible twos phase will be justified (although mommy says I’ve gotten a little better). We did some measurements to see how I’m growing this morning, so here’s the latest.

I’m getting tall(ish)! I’m 33 1/2 inches long, which is in the 50-75th percentile for girls my age. Maybe that explains why I so easily get out of my crib these days. Daddy put up this crib tent thing to try and keep me in there last night, but I’m not sure I like it.

I’m getting a little fatter. I’m 23 pounds and 5 ounces, which is in the 10-25th percentile. Not bad considering how much I run around and burn off calories these days.

Those of you who follow my every development will know that this is good steady progress, right exactly on that curve they check out at the doctor’s office: from 1 year to 18-months, etc.

Time for my nap now, before we go to Half Moon Bay beach this afternoon to escape the San Jose heat!