One of the less pleasant things about having multiple (abandoned) blogs all over the interwebs is the overwhelming feeling that comes with the thought of consolidating it all. This is tres importante because I'm starting to forget all of the individual URLs that house my old entries and while it's true that I haven't so much as glanced in their direction in months (ahem, years) there's still some pretty good stuff out there.
It'll be dusty around here for a small while. In addition to fighting with my HTML to get it to bend to my will (so far, it's an uphill battle) and trying to unify my fonts (for the love of love, why are there so few options and why are they all different in different views?), I will be merging some old stuff here and who knows how long that will take and how tedious that will be.
For now though, let's discuss Gavin's 3 year check up:
Here he is, fine and dandy, cooperating with the RN while she takes her stats. This, my friends, is not the same child who saw the pediatrician a mere 5 minutes later. No sir. I don't have a picture of that child because I was too busy holding him down (Gavin, not Dr. B. Just clarifying) with both arms. Apparently, toddlers remember exactly where they were the last time they were delivered a shot. Screams of: "I'm all done! NO DOCTOR!" could be heard all over the place. I was that mom. The one with the crazy, out of control child. Lord have mercy, we could not have been out of there fast enough and of course, the second we left, he was back to being our smile-y sunshine boy. Typical 3!
We learned, over the din of uncontrollable screaming and sobs, that Gavin is healthy and growing - albeit, a bit slowly. Poor little is only in the 25% for his height - but! - sitting heftily at 75% for his weight. Here's hoping for an extreme growth spurt during puberty. And maybe for a tiny dose of amnesia the next time we go in for a wellness check.
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