My child hates the doctor. It's official. He's on to this whole process. He was kind of whiney in the room. The doctor came in and Carter checked him all out - silent as a mouse. And then the stethoscope (sp?) came out and all bets were off. The screaming began. The thrashing about ensued. It was pure torture. It was a struggle to do the nose check, the teeth/mouth check, and the ear check? Forget it. That was next to impossible. But we got it all done......WITH shots. Oy. He hates the doc and the nurse, but he still smiles at me. And that's all that matters in my world. He's up to 22 lbs 11 ounces, which is the 50th percentile, and 31 inches tall, which is the 90th percentile. Who knew he was so tall!? And now, he's back at daycare, Shrek band-aids and all.
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Wow! BTW, you spelled stethoscope right. I guess that is where we lucked out. Our little dude has seen so many docs, he's used to them, LOL. After seeing where Carter is, it makes me feel better that Jeffy isn't too far behind. He weighs less, but he's only about an inch under Carter, so that is good. Super Cute pics!
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