Well-baby checkup today. I schlepped them all the way in to the doctor's office to have him tell me they're fine. Fine? They're not fine, they're marvelous!
C&D enjoyed talking to the doctor as he counted their fingers and toes, but did not appreciate the feeling of his stethoscope on their backs. After that, the visit accelerated downhill. I think they wondered if they were going to get poked. Despite just calling them "fine," he does get credit for always being calm despite their Dolby-Stereo yowling at every visit.
Heights and weights:
Carmen weighs twenty-seven pounds, two ounces, and measured at 32" tall. Today I found her lifting her shirt and patting her round little belly.
David weighs twenty-four pounds, six ounces, and measured 31.5" tall. Today I found him lifting up my shirt and checking to make sure it was still me under there. That's all I can figure, anyway. What else would he be looking for? As long as he doesn't do that at the grocery, I don't mind, so I just let him look around. Then later he pulled on the collar of my shirt and looked down. Yep, still a mama under that shirt.
Yesterday morning Carmen refused to eat her oatmeal. She signed ice cream (our code word for yogurt) and then walked over to the refrigerator to try to open the door. I don't think I'm in charge, anymore.
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