Atticus and Caedmon had their yearly doctor's appointments this morning.
I always have a bit of an internal struggle over whether to schedule their appointments together, getting it all over with in one stressful visit, or making two separate but slightly less harrowing visits.
I usually go the rip-the-bandaid-off route and bring them in together. Like this morning.
Atticus actually did really well, cooperating with the nurse and doctor and laughing at the silly things they did to make him feel more comfortable.
Caedmon, on the other hand, has evidently entered a let's-cling-to-mommy-and-cry-'til-everyone's-eardrums-burst stage. We haven't had to deal with much separation anxiety with him; even at church when we drop him off in the younger two-year-olds' classroom and half its occupants are crying, he walks away from us without a backwards glance.
He didn't want to be weighed, he didn't want them to check his height or head circumference, he didn't want them looking in his ears, and he definitely didn't want them to place a stethoscope anywhere near his body.
I learned that Caedmon is surprisingly strong this morning.
We did experience a couple small hiccups in Atticus's half of the appointment; when the doctor was talking to him, one of his questions was, "And do you always wear your seatbelt when you're in the car?"
Atticus either wasn't paying attention or was engaging in wishful thinking or was just blatantly lying and replied, "No."
The doctor laughed it off and did kind of a "Hahaha, kids say crazy stuff, hahaha."
And I said, "Hahaha, we always wear our seatbelts, hahaha, no but seriously, I'm not a terrible mother, hahaha."
Which I thought resolved that little situation, until the doctor was about to leave, seemed to remember something at the last minute, turned back to us, and gave me a little lecture on child safety, paying particular attention to the importance of child safety belts in moving vehicles.
I reiterated the bit about how we always wear our seatbelts, he probably still didn't believe me, and left.
The second hiccup involved the shots Atticus had to get- one in each thigh. He obviously had no idea what was coming, lying patiently and peacefully on the bed, perhaps wondering why I was lying across his torso, until he felt the "little pokes" (Why do nurses say that, Mom? Those "small pinches" and "small pokes" are never nearly as benign as you people make them sound- is it because nurses can't generate any sympathy for someone unless they're dying or have lost a limb?), started screaming, yelled, "THAT WASN'T VERY NICE!" at the nurses as they left the room, but then calmed down pretty quickly after that.
I really thought we were home free as we were walking out of the office, but it seems Atticus was still nursing (har har) a bit of a grudge against the building's inhabitants; as we passed someone approaching the door, our son turned to the man, pointed back to the door, and warned him, "They're not very careful with their noodles in there."
This man was apparently used to receiving cryptic messages from preschoolers, because he just smiled and said, "Okay, thanks."
Satisfied that he had done his job, Atticus continued toward the van, while I hurried Caedmon along and resisted the urge to clarify that noodles = needles to the innocent bystander. No need to scare anyone.
And now for family who's interested in this kind of thing (also for future me who will probably end up losing those treasured baby books someday):
Atticus: (4 years, one month)
Height: 44 inches (99th percentile)
Weight: 43.2 lbs (90th percentile)
Atticus has grown 4 inches (what is up with these Crisler genes?) over the past year and gained 4 pounds.
Caedmon: (2 years, two months)
Height: 36 inches (81st percentile)
Weight: 33.4 lbs (90th percentile)
Caedmon has grown 6 1/2 inches (HOLY COW) over the past year and gained 11.2 pounds (which makes me laugh, because that boy is solid).