4mos and 4yr Checkups

We managed to get both kids in for their checkup together. Abby for her 4 month and Nick for his 4 year. According to the doc, everyone looked good. Nicholas weighs 36lb and is almost 3'5", both in the 50th percentile. After the doc showed us Nick's charts on the computer, he said, "now let's see what Abby looks like." Being the very literal person he is, Nick helpfully pointed to Abby and said, "she looks like that." Abby weighs 12lbs and is 24in long. Both are also in the 50th percentile.

They both had shots. Nick took it like a man... screaming and fighting. He was so worked up, he didn't realize the nurse had given him his shot. He proudly announced how brave he was afterwards. Abby also took hers like a man, lots of crying and whimpering. Poor baby. I hate watching them get their shots at this age.

We are thankful both kids are healthy and happy (relatively speaking). Sorry, no pictures this time.

Triple Check

I took Nick to the doctor on Friday for his 3 year check up. He did well considering he hates being poked and prodded. The first thing Nick said to the doctor when he arrived was, "no looking at wee wee". I was a bit mortified, but seeing how it didn't faze the man (he just chuckled), I didn't dwell on it. According to the doctor, we have a perfectly healthy, normal little boy. He weighs 32lbs and is almost 38in tall. Both in the 50th percentile, so right on average.

I figured I also take this opportunity to record some of the things Nick is currently doing and saying.

**Pick a Number, Any Number**
N: Mommy. I got a boo boo on a fingah.
Me: You do? Where?
N: Wight here. (Pointing at his right ring finger) Number nine.

He counts to ten on his fingers starting w/ his left pinkie and working his way over to his right pinkie, which is number ten. So each digit has it's own number. Duh.


**Feet Fetish**
He thinks anything w/ the word feet added to it is the funniest thing in the world. Orange juice feet? HI-larious. Brush your teethfeet? Pee in your pants funny! This has gone on for a few weeks now. Oh, well. It could be worse I suppose.

Another thing he just started doing is smelling his feet. He thinks it's hysterical, especially when I give him a strange look.


**Daddy Taught Me**
Nick and I were writing letters together on the Magnadoodle today when ...

N: That sucks!
Me: What did you say?
N: That sucks!
Me: We don't say that, it's not a nice word. Who taught you that?
N: Daddy
Me: Daddy, huh?
N: Mommy.
Me: I don't think so.


**Cry Me a River**
Lately when I get onto him or tell him not to do something, he clenches his eyes shut and opens his mouth wide and forces himself to "cry". It's really pathetic. There's really no sound as the tries to muster up some semblance of a cry. He'll come over all pitiful and try to hug me. I've thought about ignoring him a couple of times, but it's awful hard to do. Even when I know he's full of crap. After I give him a hug, he'll woefully ask me to wipe his nose and then his eyes. You know, the eyes that are brimming w/ non existent tears.