So today we had Jonah's 4 yr check-up (better late than never) and Alli's 18 mo check-up. It was more convenient to have just one visit for both of them. Jonah really liked the Dr. because he was making him stand on one leg at a time, put his arms out and close his eyes to make sure he could keep his balance, hop on one foot at a time, and talk like a monkey.
Well, the verdict is that Jonah is still a "little" dude. He's in the 25% on everything. Sorry buddy! I'm pretty sure those genes came from me.
My already 4 year old boy is:
39" tall (or short, however you look at it) and 35.1 lbs.
Allix, on the other hand, wasn't all that crazy about the doctor. Come to think of it, she's not too crazy about anybody she meets. So just a little FYI, when you meet my "sweetheart", don't think it's you. It's just how she looks at everyone. If looks could kill, she would be the only one alive. But, I would never give her up for anything.
Allix (a.k.a. "Bug") is:
30" tall and 21.11 lbs.
Everything was going really well, until the shots came in. I always knew Jonah was strong, but I was greatly mistaken on how powerful that "little" man is! First it took me a couple minutes to get him semi-calmed down. Then as soon as I would try to lay him on the table he would FLIP OUT!! He honestly was never this bad at getting shots before. I had no idea what had come over this sweet little boy. The nurse and I had to put all our weight on him just to hold him still. To make matters worse, as I was holding his tiny hands in mine, his tear filled eyes looked into mine and said "Please mommy, don't do this." Then tears started welling up in my eyes too. I didn't want to do this to him. If I had it my way, these "shots" would be in some kind of candy form. I'm sure there are other mothers out there that feel the same way, but I HATE it when my kids have to get their immunizations. I am always so emotional when it comes to my children feeling any kind of pain.
Allix was next and she, of course, didn't know what was coming. Then she gets stuck by the needle. Their reactions are always a little delayed, she looks at me like "what the heck was that??" and then starts crying, along with me and Jonah. So here we are, the nurse has left the room, Jonah, Allix and I are sobbing and holding each other. That's also the time when i decided that we are never doing this again..............until next time.
At least Jonah doesn't need to get any more until he's 11. Won't he be so excited!!
As we left the room, the nurse offered the kids a sticker. Jonah looked at them for a minute, still sniffling after the meltdown, and found an.........."IRON MAN!" sticker!
Thank you Iron Man!! You have given joy, hope, and instant amnesia to my son! Everything was all forgotten in an instant because Jonah saw the infamous Iron Man! Great! Now let's go have a fun filled day at IKEA!
Gotta love my babies!!