Doctor & Doctor

Avan and Duane both went to the doctor in the past week. Avan went last Tuesday and Duane went this morning.

Avan's Doctor appointment:

Avan was happy and smiley and flirting with the nurses. I, of course, couldn't find his immunization card, so the office had to phone the hospital and have everything faxed over. Other than that, there weren't any bumps in our visit. Avan now weighs 16 pounds, which is in the 50 percentile for kids his age. He was also in the 50 percentile for his height, which I don't remember . . . He got three shots and only cried a little he was so brave. He kept looking at me with his sad face like he was asking, "Why did you let them do that?"

When Dr. Wilcox came in to look at him, Avan was sitting on the table, playing with the paper they lay down for each patient. Dr. Wilcox looked a little surprised to see Avan sitting up on his own and said, "I have to tell you that developmentaly, he's doing great! I don't remember the last time I've seen a five month old sitting up so well!" I was pleased, but I really didn't have anything to do with his sitting up early. He's so determined to catch up with Duane that it makes me sick!

Duane's Doctor appointment:

Our appointment was at 8:45 this morning. It snowed like crazy all the way there. We almost missed the appointment we were so late. Thank you Utah weather. Snow in May, are you serious? Luckily the doctor was nice enough to allow us in even though we were more than 15 minutes late. Duane had been roused early and was being a little bit of a stinker. He LOVES the fishies in the lobby and was reluctant to leave them. Once in the patient room, he cried when I took off his choo-choo sweater and kept yelling, "Jacket mine! Jacket mine!"

Currently, Duane weighs 32 pounds and is 35 inches tall. For weight he is in the 92 percentile and for height he is in the 79 percentile. He is tall and must eat lead for breakfast because it seems like he's always too heavy. He received his last immunizations until he goes to kindergarten, which is a relief. He cried, but was very brave. He was very mad at the nurses and kept saying, "mommy owie! Mommy owie!" while great big tears streamed from his sad eyes. It wasn't hard to distract him from the pain though, we just took him to the fishies in the lobby and he was content once more. After our adventure at the doctor's, we got Duane a frosty at Wendy's for being so brave. Avan had a little too, but he was happy with mama milk for his reward. Haha!

In short, my babies are growing. It is hard to watch them grow so fast but it just makes me that much more determined to enjoy every moment I can with them.