The unlucky part of turning 4 means have to get shots! Poor Evie didn't know it was coming when we went for her checkup on Friday. We have a Berenstein Bears book about going to the doctor's office though so she knew that these were good-for-you shots but she was still a bit nervous. The male nurse, Alex, was a champion shot giver though. He took out a basket of lollipops and while I took my time comparing the different flavors and letting Evie select one, he popped the two shots into her thigh lickety split. She gave a little "oh!" and that was it! No crying, no fuss. She was mainly very excited for her first tootsie pop. Next shots won't be until she's 11!
She passed the rest of her check up with flying colors. At 29 pounds she's in the 5th percentile for her age, but 25% percentile for height. She answered all of Dr. O's questions perfectly - she could say her whole name, tell a story clearly and linearly, knows her colors, can (sort of) catch a ball and hop on one foot without falling over.
She passed the rest of her check up with flying colors. At 29 pounds she's in the 5th percentile for her age, but 25% percentile for height. She answered all of Dr. O's questions perfectly - she could say her whole name, tell a story clearly and linearly, knows her colors, can (sort of) catch a ball and hop on one foot without falling over.
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