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August 22, 2006

"What's up Doc?"

Yesterday was Jack's 2nd year checkup with Doctor Molotov. I know, I know, I'm running a month behind but Molotov was out of the office on vacation and this was the soonest I could get him on the schedule.

Normally I don't talk with Jack about going to the doctor until the day of the visit. He's not afraid of going and I don't want to have him start now. (Time to quote Frank Herbert's Dune: "Fear is the mind killer.") He likes his doctor and has fun with her which is just great. A fantastic g.p. are worth their weight in gold.

The stats from the visit? He's just shy of 36 inches tall in his socks and he weighed in somewhere around 26 pounds. He's 90th percentile for height but 30th percentile for weight. I can't say I'm surprised at the height or the weight. I'm tall and thin and so are my dad and uncles and we were all a bit on the weedy side as kids. (This according to Ruth, my grandmother who raised me, and Louise, my dad's mom.) At the same time Doc Molotov wants to see him in 4 months to make sure he's getting fattened up.

When you take a toddler into a visit like this there's a list of questions that pour out to see how things are coming along: Does he try to dress himself or assist you in dressing him? Does he eat well with utensils? Does he drink out of a cup? Then came this exchange:

"Can he open a door?"

"Jack can you please open the door?"

Jack walks over, grabs the handle, opens the door. Turns and waits.

"Can he shut a door?"

"Jack can you please shut the door?"

Jack rears back and with one hand slams the door shut then turns with a wicked grin and laughs.

Doctor Molotov: "That's definitely a "yes" for both questions."

After all the poking and prodding, including some hand mandling of the parts which produced a funny face from Jack, Doctor Molotov gave him a thumbs up. She said we're high on the curve for communication and motor skills which is nice to hear. In the end the only thing to watch his his weight but that doesn't come as a surprise considering it's summer and he's busy running and playing all day.

Then came the shot.

They are now giving children a Hep A shot at one year and Jack was somehow a little behind the curve. I promised Jack a cookie when it was over and told him that I would hold his hands and beep his nose with my nose so that it wouldn't hurt as much. After saying this I got a very sullen "ok" but he was a trooper and only cried for a few seconds. I tried to make things even better when we got home: Since he was such a good boy he scored a new Hot Wheel's car which was a big hit.

My health? I have to make an appointment for the next week or so. We'll see. I still think the warranty ran out when I turned 30. Bleah.

Posted by Jim at August 22, 2006 09:19 AM


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