I went to the doctor today for my four-month check up. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be - even the shots were okay. Sure, I teared up (out of anger, not because it hurt, of course); but as soon as the otherwise lovely nurse had finished piercing my skin with a needle not one, not two, but three times, I was just fine. I am pleased to report that I am 26.5 inches long, which puts me into the 90th percentile for height. It also means that I have outgrown my car seat, so mommy had to buy a new one today. I figured she'd be really happy about this - I've always heard that mommy likes tall boys.
Anyway, the best part of my trip to the doctor by far is that he told me to tell daddy I had a good weenie (no, he didn't tell me what percentile it is). Clearly, he will be my physician for life if he keeps doling out compliments like that. Daddy wants to start seeing him, too.
For obvious reasons, I won't be putting up any pictures with this post!
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