Ugh...show of hands for who hates doctor day? I mean really, what's good about it? So we find out how big he is. 18 pounds, 2 ounces. 27 inches long. A big head still. Everything developmentally sound and progressing normally.
But really, I feel like more bad news is possible than good. Plus all the poking and prodding. Shots. Things of this nature. It's really not so fun. And let's pile on top of that that the lad is teething and you have a recipe for ick. He did fine really and is sleeping great so far tonight, ate reasonably well for dinner.
In the end, he is a super healthy, super happy boy and we are blessed. So I have that to be happy about, so a few shots and such really aren't much to endure.
Letter to Garrett on his Third Birthday
12 years ago
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