Our yearly trip to the doctor, ahem, went just great. That was a lie. Well it turned out fine after Screamfest 2010. Thank God we have a Saint Veteran Pediatrician. We love Dr. U, and they do too, in theory. But when they get to the office it's just too much to handle for them. We can talk about it, and role play, and ignore it, every tactic I've tried but they still freak out at doctor appts. Knock on wood they have not been sick this summer so the lack of visits does not help this matter. Although, it helps with my sanity, overall:)
So we are right on track. One out of two potty trained, pretty good. Said to wait till she's ready and she'll basically train herself. I agree-since that's pretty much what happened with Grace, although I'm SO sick of changing pullups and buying them too I wish she'd get to training...
Starting to bargain instead of tantrum, check. Grace told me before we left, "I don't need to go to the doctor, I feel fine, I'll stay here by myself." Just like that in complete sentences.
Telling us they don't like us, check.
Eating is slowing down to one good meal a day, check. For Grace anyway...that leads me to my little overachiever:) Klaire is 35 pounds which put her in the 86% for height and 39.5 inches tall which is the 94% for height. Wowza! I don't know how to shop for tall people. All my tall friends and fam, I'm gonna need to help with this one:) Grace is along my lines weighing in at a whopping 29 pounds (38%) and 37.4 inches in the 57%.
Dr. U said they both look great and every year he tells me "Next year they'll like me"
Gotta keep the hope alive:)
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