Now, in accordance with my own self-imposed Fairness Doctrine (to be scrapped following this post because it is untenable), a note about today’s pediatrician visits:
Hannah now weighs 25 pounds and is 33 inches tall. That’s about 50th percentile for both measurements. She screamed bloody murder pretty much the whole time we were there, but in between fits she impressed the pediatrician with her sentences, and was declared “verbally advanced.” I declared her “not advanced in manners” because the sentences were of the “Don’t touch mah ears!” variety.
I displayed my own personal brilliance by forgetting which office I was supposed to be taking Jack to for his appointment, and wound up at the Saxony office up north of 116th Street in Fishers rather than at the Castleton office on 82nd St. Argh. When I finally got back down to Castleton (which is where we had seen the pediatrician only a few hours before for Hannah’s visit) they agreed to take us even though we were wicked late. That was a relief.
Anyway, Jack was much better behaved at his appointment than was Hannah. He weighs 14.5 pounds and is 24 inches long. That’s like 95th percentile. He’s a big ‘un. He had to get FIVE shots, but was very brave about the whole thing. Amended to add: The pediatrician also said that Jack had very good head control for his age and strong arms because he pushes up. She said they look for those things at 4 months. Like Heather E., I also wonder if this is something doctors just say to all parents to make them feel proud. Well, if so, it works.
In other news, I accidentally left two dozen eggs in the hot car for four hours. The AC was on in the car for some of that time. I wonder if the eggs are still safe for human consumption?
Finally, I know this post should have gone on the kids’ blog, but I’ve been lazy about that lately. It’s hard to keep up with two blogs. Sort of like trying to keep up with two babies. 🙂