Gracie turned 4 months old last Friday, which means time for another well-check with the pediatrician. She weighed 13 lbs, 3 oz which puts her squarly in the 50%. They shot each of her legs twice with vaccines, plus an oral vaccine. Poor baby was fussy all afternoon.
I was able to get Jonah's 3 year well-check scheduled for today as well. He's in the 90% on weight and 75% on height. Although, the doctor said just by eye-balling that those percentiles didn't match up. We were supposed to get Jonah measured again before we left, but somehow it didn't happen between the freak-out over the flavor of sucker he chose and the wailing baby.
Jonah needed a vaccine too, so Michael came along with us to help toddler wrangle. I just couldn't see myself soothing Jonah after a shot and holding Gracie down for her's at the same time. This was a two man job.
Jonah was full of toddlerisms at the appointment. He insisted on taking his "allience" (the shrieking toy ambulance) with him to the doctor. Then once we were there, he told me, Michael, the receptionist, the medical assistant, the doctor, and the nurse, (several times each) that he "would not like a shot, phank you". I'm pretty sure he told Dr. Vargas at least 5 times. He also told Dr. Vargas that he "would not like chicken spots, phank you." Huh? Oh! Chicken Pox. Duh.
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My grandchildren are so very polite, thank you. And adorable. And smart. Gracie looks like a chubba wubba in the face for sure. I can't wait to see her in person. There is a huge cardboard box on the back porch, just waiting for Aunt Kak to transform it for Jonah's play pleasure.
I've been laughing all day at Jonah's "not like a shot..." quip. And good gracious Miss Gracie in her hat! SO CUTE!
Oh, those pictures are adorable! So, so cute!
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