I went to the doctor today for my one year check up. It goes without saying that I am small. I didn't clear 17 pounds on Dr. Reilly's scale. She said that in all likelihood, I am just "slight;" but to be sure, she ordered some labs to check my thyroid, iron levels, and heaven knows what else. Mommy warned the nurses that I can be a touch dramatic...just so they wouldn't be shocked in the event that my screams actually propelled my lungs out of my body. The nurses had mommy lie down on the examining table and then positioned me next to her. They put my right arm was under mommy's side and sandwiched my legs between mommy's so I wouldn't kick. I don't know what all the fuss was about. I didn't whimper, much less cry. This is likely going to be the first of many times that I publicly prove mommy wrong just because I can.
After the doctor visit, mommy had a playdate with her friend, Caroline. They've been having playdates ever since mommy had Thatcher and Caroline had Elizabeth just two days apart. I think it is just an excuse for them to get together. I don't care because mommy's friend ROCKS! She bought me my first milkshake. I love her...almost as much as that shake!
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