Matthew and I went to the doctor’s office today. He is a happy, healthy, typical 4 year old, for which we are profoundly grateful.

Height – 99 cm (19%)

Weight – 37 lbs. (58%)

shots – 4 (yikes!)

We had a long wait for the doctor, so by the time she got in he was D-O-N-E done. Except we still had the whole visit to get through. He pulled it together, answered the questions, jumped, hopped, drew, showed off his big-boy underpants, and gave her a hug and kiss when we were done.

Then we had the booster shots. I had prepared him for the possibility of a shot, I assured him it would be short, not too painful, and he would be brave. “No I won’t.” he told me. He did fine for #1 and 2, was upset by #3, and sobbing by #4.

So we went to the bookstore for a dino book and then, because it had been such a long morning, we went out for a lunch date.

The shots were long forgotten by the time we got home and he can hardly wait to tell his father about the dino ABC book and the burrito he ate for lunch.