...white polka dotted swim suit! Sorry, not a yellow polka dot bikini, but close enough!

I know it's been a long time since I've written, but we were out of town with Daddy for his business trip, the next day she had a doctor's appointment, which ended up in having to go get a bunch of bloodwork done, which took all afternoon, and the next two days I was down with a cold, and now here it is Father's Day and my parents' 40th wedding anniversary, so it's been a busy week!
But anyway, back to the polka dotted swim suit....she got to go for her first swim in the pool at the hotel, which she loved.

She also got to go to the beach. It wasn't a great beach--very rocky and little sand to play in, but she still enjoyed it. The water was cold, so she only went in up to her ankles, but she enjoyed having the waves come up on her legs.
The trip went fairly well. The hotel was nice and was right on the lake. It was relaxing and we had beautiful weather.

Our room had a balcony/patio so when she napped we could go sit out there and look at the lake and not have to stay in the dark room with her (though one time I did go to sleep when she did at 7:30 pm!! Daddy went out with a friend from work who was there, too and took pictures of the sunset while his friend fished.)

One night she woke up several times, which means we woke up several times. She was inconsolable, which means I had to take her out of the room so Daddy (and those in the rooms around us) could sleep. We went down to the big lobby where there was a gas fireplace that she LOVED--everytime we went out into the hallway she started running toward the lobby saying, "hot, hot, hot," talking about the fire she knew was down there. So at 2 AM she and I were in the lobby in our pajamas rocking in a rocking chair by the gas fireplace in the middle of June. Then she got down and started boogying to the Muzak being pumped through the speakers. The security guy behind the desk just looked at me and gave me a sympathetic smile (I'm sure I was a sight in my PJs, half asleep, standing by with my wide awake, happy, dancing toddler).
The doctor's appointment didn't go well. It was a weight check to see how much weight she'd gained in the last two months. She only gained 2 ounces. She's not even 18 pounds yet at 14 months old. So the pediatrician sent us to have bloodwork done. She said she wanted to start ruling things out. Thankfully there's a children's hospital "close to home" clinic near the doctor's office, so the people there are used to taking blood from little ones. But she was still screaming bloody murder and I had to hold her down or the needle would come out. And they took a TON of blood and that needle was in her forever. My poor little girl. She has a huge, ugly bruise on the inside of her arm now.
The bloodwork came back fine except for a thyroid study. Apparently her thyroid works fine, but the pituitary gland in the brain isn't sending the right signal to the thyroid to tell it to send out the growth hormone. So she's not growing like she should. So now we have to go to an endocrinologist. The doctor said it will probably take awhile to get in, so it may be awhile before I know anything. I'll keep you all posted.