September 15, 2004
Just got back from the new pediatrician's office. Stazi was way overdue for a checkup. We took her to her 6-week checkup and then her 3-month checkup, and she hasn't been back to the doctor since.
The new doctor is young and energetic and really good with kids, which is nice. He told us that Stazi is in the 60th percentile for weight and the 75th for height, and that everything looks great. He gave us a little bit of a hard time over our not wanting to give her more than two shots per visit (we think more than two shots is just too taxing to a baby's system, particularly when a lot of the shots these days have multiple vaccines in them), but not too much of a hard time. He said he'll just have us come back at her 9-month checkup and get caught up. We said, cool.
Zeke went along with us, although he didn't have an official checkup, and when the doctor saw him, he said, "Let me guess how old... a tall 3?"
"No," I said, "a very tall 2."
"Wow! That explains the language!"
We get that a lot. People tend to think that Zeke is a speech-impaired three- or four-year-old. Actually he's a developmentally normal two-year-old who is almost freakishly tall for his age. His first pediatrician warned us that this would happen. I expect it will probably even out once he gets to kindergarten or first grade or so.
Posted by Jan at September 15, 2004 11:50 AM