Check Up Time

Back to the doctor this morning for another check-up, and all is well in Claireville.

I'm still dominating the growth charts, clocking in at a lady-like 22 lbs., 11 oz (97th percentile), 28 inches tall (60%) and a 46 cm head (93%) to hold all my brains.

But all that aside, you know there is something else that comes with doctor visits... shots. Those people just LOVE to stick a baby. This time I got a jab in the finger to test my blood and a flu shot.

Luckily, One-Eyed Willie the pirate nurse from last time was out to sea. Instead, I got something much worse.

The nurse seemed nice at first, but then she told Daddy that she went to Iowa State. Now I'm not here to judge people and I know not everybody can get into the University of Iowa like Daddy did, but this knowledge made me a little uneasy. Daddy just held my hand and said, "Claire, remember this moment whenever you think of Iowa State".

And then Cy stuck me in the leg.

It hurt, and I started crying. But then I thought about it, and I decided to take a stand. No way was I going to let a Cyclone make me cry.

So I stopped.

That's right. I wasn't give this Red and Gold (and sometimes Blue?), don't know if I'm a bird or a tornado nurse the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Daddy said I was tough and he was proud of me.

Hawkeye Pride, baby.