Four Month Check-up

Since I was technically four months old this past Sunday, I thought I had squeaked by another month without the dreaded loony toon bandaids that represent the painful pricking of my chubby baby thighs.  It hurts to be wrong sometimes, and this was definitely one of those times.

I'll start from the beginning.  Since Monday is errand day and Wednesday is playgroup day, I like to take it pretty easy on Tuesdays.  This Tuesday was no different.  This is where I was when the pace of our day changed.

Mama woke me up and put me in a cute outfit.  This always means we're leaving the house.  That's okay though, I've gotten a lot more used to the car seat... especially since I can hold things and get them to my mouth and chew.  Of course, I didn't realize where we were going...

We'll start with the good:

The doctors' office had a really large mirror with a cute baby in it for me to play with.

I'm gaining weight, although maybe a little slower than the doctor would like.  I guess my chubby baby thighs could use a little more meat on them.  12lbs 14oz, 25th percentile.  This is double my birth weight, but the doctor says I'm asking for more calories.  She gave mama the green light to give me fruits, veggies, even chicken!  She also told mama I didn't have to have rice cereal which is awe-some, because I hear it tastes like paste and has been known to stop a girl up a time or two.  IIIII think I'll pass.

I am 25 3/4 inches long... 90th percentile.  What?!  Have you seen my little mama?

Now onto the bad stuff:

The doctor and I were having a fine time talking about how amazing I am doing, how mama and I both sleep like babies at night, how I can finally eat some of the foods mama lets me lick all the time, how I'm lean and mean sweet as pie!... when in walks the nurse again.

I've already learned it's never a good sign if the nurse returns.  I was right.

I was crying before I was even done swallowing the oral medication.  Sigh.  I get my emotions from my mama.  Now I know why mama didn't wear mascara... in case she cried too!  She didn't, by the way.  But, oh boy, I sure did.

And then there they were: two loony tunes bandaids.  Like we're laughing or something.  This is no time for funny little cartoons :(

Mama scooped me up and honestly, after a few moments I realized it wasn't that bad.  I even managed to smile at the receptionist on the way out.  After all, it wasn't her fault.

Well, after that emotional roller coaster I think I'm ready for a nap, but while I've got your attention I'll show you how I feel about mama getting me dolled up just to get pricked...