Two year check-up

It's been a while since I've been to the doctor. When I was Mason's age, I went much more frequently. Now that I'm older, I only go see her once a year or if I'm sick or if I stick a pea up my nose. A note to my friends reading this, peas don't belong in your nose; they belong in your mouth.

Daddy interrupted my nap to take me to the doctor's office. I got to look at the fish in the fish tank and read books while we waited.  Mommy arrived when daddy was reading a book to me. When the nurse called my name, I handed her a form that daddy filled out. She asked daddy to undress me so she could weigh and measure me. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but I went with it.  Here're my measurements:

• Weight: 29 lbs 12.5 oz (72nd percentile) - I'm flirting with 30 lbs
• Height: 36.25 inches (91 percentile) - I'm 3 feet tall! I'm almost as tall as some of my aunties!
• Head circumference: 49.5 cm (72.1 percentile)

I was chillin' through the entire check up. I didn't fidget or scream or whine at all. I just sat on mommy's lap and let the doctor do her thing. She said I was a super kid. The only "issue" is my milk-aholism. She wasn't too worried about it because I drink low fat milk and the parentals ration my milk.

When the doctor was done and left the room, daddy let me watch the Wheels on the Bus video on his phone. And he never lets me watch videos on his phone!  I wanted to put my pants back on, but mommy said we had to wait for the nurse to come back. I should've known something was up.

When the nurse came back in the room, she had something on a tray. I asked her nicely for a lollipop and sticker. She gave me both! Then mommy sat me on the table with the crinkly paper and daddy showed me a video. The nurse was doing something on the table and every time I tried to look at it, mommy or daddy would tell me to watch the video. They never let me watch videos on their phone. Something was definitely fishy. The next thing I know, I'm feeling a pain in my thigh. Did I cry? Nope, all I said was, "Owie." When I looked down at my thigh, the nurse was putting a Snoopy band-aid on it. Hmmm...shots aren't all that bad.

The nurse said that I don't have to get any more shots until I'm 4.  Bummer, I was hoping daddy would let me watch more videos on his phone.