Monday, December 13, 2010

Doctor Mark

Jujubee:

Last week mommy woke me up from my wonderful nap to tell me we had to go see Doctor Mark because I am 15 months old. Couldn't say I really knew who that was, but whatever, it's a trip out of the house which is always fun! We got bundled up and drove to a place that had this box...you push a button and this huge door opens. Now this next part will sound crazy. You walk into the box, the door slides shut essentially trapping you inside, then you push more buttons and the whole thing starts to move. I mean really...where is it even moving to? But somehow, when the door slides open again, everything looks different!

While fighting over a toy with Squidgy, I heard somebody call my name. Mommy and Squidgy came with me into a hallway where a lady made me sit in a funny chair with some kind of sliding bar. She said "21.1 pounds" and mommy whisked me away with everyone else into a room. The lady put something cold on my body and just held it there while she stared at me...I squished up my face and whimpered at her. Then she wrapped something around my head and pulled it tight. I kept thinking, lady...this is not fashionable, it's simply annoying. Please stop. But no matter how much I squirmed or batted my hands around, she kept on until she got whatever it is she wanted. As if this weren't enough she stretched me out on the cold (and really rather uncomfortable bed) and put pen marks at my head and feet. She told mommy "31 inches", whatever that means. Luckily she decided to leave, but mommy took away my clothes. Squidgy and I got to hang out drinking apple juice and measuring things while we waited for the infamous Doctor Mark. Squidgy was excited to see him, I think she really likes him, so I got excited too...he couldn't be all that bad!

Cheers!

Hello?! Are you coming Doctor Mark? I'm getting cold.

Doctor Mark poked and prodded me, which I was unsure of, but all in all he was nice! He told mommy I had dropped to the 25-50th% in weight and gone up to the 75th% in height. "Better than the other way around" he said. Apparently I am perfectly healthy besides my diaper rash and crankoppotomus attitude due to all of these teeth poking through my gums. Here's hoping I don't have to go back there for a while!

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