Back to the Doc

So today Daddy took me back to the doctor for a check-up, and they said everything is good.

I am really excelling in my height and weight. I weighed in at 13 lbs, 6 oz., which is good for the 90th-percentile, and I measured 23 inches, which is good for the 60th-percentile. I'll have to work on that last one a bit. I'd hate to be uneven.

But then, after the doctor told me I was perfect and healthy, this other woman came in and gave me something called "immunizations". For those of you who are unfamiliar, "immunizations" is a fancy word for "jabbing you in the leg with a big sharp thing".

Daddy said they are good for me and will make sure I don't get sick, but man, that was no fun. I just held onto Daddy's finger and tried to think of an "F" word to say. Unfortunately, the only one I could come up with was "formula", and that didn't seem appropriate to the situation. So I just cried. A lot.

When it was all over, they gave me these sticky things to put on my legs right where they stabbed me. One was pink and one had bears on it.

Yeah, that makes up for it.