Two Year Stats

We just went to the pediatrician to have Megan looked at for her two year check-up. Or as Megan refers to it, Terrorist Torture Training Day. Believe it or not she's not exactly thrilled to have a complete stranger come at her with various unknown instruments, poking and prodding her, looking for all her "owies."

The cutest part was that she was given a mini-gown to wear for this one. Apparently two is the age where we are supposed to be bashful about her nakedness? Who knows. Maybe it's just ultra-conservative West Michigan morality. But we put her in the cotton gown and as long as I sat on the crinkly paper bed next to her, she was okay. Both Jillian and I told Megan he was going to look in her ears and mouth, feel her belly, etc. several times so that she knew it was coming, but it didn't matter.

In hindsight, we might have only made it more scary. If you told me before you put me in a room with a huge spider, you were, in fact, about to put me in a room with a big spider, but that's it okay and I'll be fine. I would either start clawing your eyes out or pass out from a heart attack. So I can see it from her perspective. Again. In hindsight.

But overall she did great and the doc gave her the last immunization shot she'll need until she turns five. So that should help her become friends with the doctor in the future. Just in time to start introducing her to Mr. Dentist.

Her two year stats:

Height - 33.5 inches (She was measured standing up today and I was told babies measured laying down are actually 'taller' than their actual height because of some reason. Don't ask me why.)
Weight - 29.5 lbs (only ten more pounds and she'll be ready for her MMA cage fight with Espen)