December 8, 2009

This morning I had to take Ben to the doctor for his three year check up. The good news is, he is very rarely sick and doesn't go to the doctor very often. The bad news is, since he doesn't go very often, he's not used to the place and totally freaks out. When I told him we were going to the doctor, he asked if we were going to Chops' doctor. I told him that we were going to HIS doctor and he had an absolute fit. He started crying, telling me the doctor hurts him and that he wanted to stay home. I convinced him we would take mouse to the doctor with us. Somehow he interpreted this to mean mouse was having a doctor's appointment, not Ben. As we pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's office, he went completely nuts. Poor little guy was sobbing so hard. Once I got him out of the car and into the waiting room full of toys, he was fine for a brief moment. He refused to get on the scale and didn't want his height measured. Finally, I had to get on the scale with him and then without him so they could estimate his weight. He is weighing in around 36 pounds. The rough estimate of his height (he wouldn't stand up completely straight) is 37 and a half inches. He's bigger than most his age, which is a mystery since he very rarely eats food. The doctor was really nice and Ben impressed her with his knowledge of colors, counting and overall personality. Things were going well until close to the end of the appointment when the needle came out. Ben had to get a shot on his arm, prompting another faucet of tears. Overall, things went well and we are extremely fortunate to have such a healthy little guy. But, I think next time his dad can take him to the doctor...