As a matter of fact, he weighs in at 27 lbs and his head circumference is 19 inches and a bit. The nurse took his height measurement when he was standing up... usually they lay him down on the paper. I think the paper might be a better way to go because when she compared this measurement to his previous measurement, something wasn't quite right. Unless Jake really did shrink two inches since his last doctor visit... Anything is possible.
So weight and measurement was the easy part. Trying to entertain a toddler while waiting in the room was not so easy. Luckily they baby-proofed pretty well. My only complaint? There were two chairs in the room. I sat in one and Jake? Well, he enjoyed climbing up onto the other chair over and over. But, aside from the chair, and the stirrups that swung out from the table (he thought those were pretty fun AND they made a satisfying CLANG as he pushed them from side to side), the room was pretty much baby-proofed.
Katie came with us too (it was easier to let her come with than to spend precious time explaining *why* she couldn't go and running out of the house while hoping that this time the doorknob guard that is supposed to prevent little hands from opening the door would actually work). It turned out to be a good thing because after Jake tired of the stirrups and forgot about the chair, the kids played together nicely while we waited for what seemed like an hour (but was really probably only 20 minute) between the doctor and the nurse. So the appointment was a success.
Tired baby who needed a long nap when we got home? Check.
Oh, and one last thing...
Pee pee trouble because of some adhesions the nice doctor had to "break"? Check.
Oh, yeah. I won't go into more detail because it's a
Sorry Jake. I'm sure that if this blog is still around when you're a teen and some of my more personal posts, like this one, get into the wrong hands, there may be a little potential for embarrassment but hopefully I've written enough stuff about your sister so it will be in her best interest not to mention some of this to anyone.
My poor baby. It's sad (but a little bit cute)... the way he's been holding his diaper, looking at me with a scrunched up face, and saying "Ouch." when he "goes".
And based on that potty time routine (hold, scrunched up face, ouch), I'm going to assume that separating the adhesion area at every diaper change, and the resulting discomfort, is just minorly less fun for Jake than for me.