Today I took Evie for her two-year visit to the pediatrician.
And we have big news... At 22 pounds and 15 ounces, she is FINALLY ON THE WEIGHT CHARTS! Yahoo! She just makes it into the 4th percentile, but we are so happy to see her there.
I was so proud of Evie today. I prepped her beforehand so she understood she would be getting two shots. I told her it would hurt, but only for a second. She seemed happy at the prospect of having another boo-boo and asked for Dora Band-Aids. Two Dora Band-Aids. And gum afterward.
She hammed it up for the receptionist.
Receptionist: Oh, hi Cutie! How old are you?
Receptionist: What is your name?
Evie: Sleeping Beauty!
She scored high marks for her development and didn't even cry when she got her shots. Lexi even gave her two extra Band-Aids, in addition to her Dora ones. Evie promptly stuck a shiny glitter strip on a microscopic scratch on her finger, and a bright pink strip on an old and fading injury on her ankle.
As I paid our copay, Evie proudly showed off her wounds. And then she patted my butt and loudly announced "Mommy, you have a boo-boo on your bottom!" (I do. It's a tiny scab from my very last Progesterone in Oil injection.) The receptionist looked up at me and giggled. I turned very, very red.
I just realized that I no longer have any secrets.
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