Friday, January 29, 2010

Big-boy checkup and PT talk

Since it had been a while since Ben went to the doctor (a stark contrast from last winter), we've been reading Courdoroy Goes to the Doctor for the past few nights in anticipation of his two-year old appointment with Dr. Smith. Ben was ready to go on Wednesday, following Courdoroy's lead of taking a deep breath to listen to his chest and saying "ahhhh" to see inside his mouth. We also discussed getting shots so we don't get sick and saying "Ousch. I ok!"

And that morning, everything really was ok. More than that actually - Ben had so much fun, he laid down in protest, on the floor of the waiting room, when it was time to go.

It probably helped that there were no shots this time around (I never know the schedule), only a finger prick, which Ben was just fascinated by as the nurse collected blood and placed the bandaid. And it was his first big-boy checkup of standing on the wall to read his height and wearing a blood-pressure cuff. So big!

His stats were a little surprising to me, as I would've thought his percentages would be reversed!
weight: 28 lbs, almost 50%
height: 33 in, almost 70%

Dr. Smith gave me some helpful advice about waiting a few months to move him to a big-boy bed and also for the dreaded potty training...too many changes all at once are just a lot for a boy and his mommy to tackle. Amen to that!

So for those who are curious (as everyone seems to be when your baby turns two), we're just going with the, ahem, flow when it comes to potty training. He is very conscious now though of when his diaper is wet or dirty and will shout it out for all ears to hear, no matter where we are. :)

And the kids at school have been sitting on the potty since the new year, but Ben has yet to do anything more than that. Well actually he did a little more than that the other day when he tried to scoot himself on to the potty without the teachers' knowing and didn't realize the seat wasn't down. He just fell right in, jeans and all! Poor kid was not happy, wearing his change of clothes, when I arrived for pickup. He led me into the bathroom all pouty, pointed to the miniature toilet, and said "I feh potty, Mahmmy." I tried not to laugh. Really, I tried.

Here's that picture he'll love that I posted on the Internet in a few years...
"I sit potty, Mahmmy!"

But sitting on the potty has at least made him more excited about getting undressed, which leads to a nice transition to the tub...where things, for the moment, are pretty fun!

2 comments:

Cathy C said...

Such a big boy!! So how can we upload that picture I have of your sister at abnout this same age, in this same pose, but wearing a fireman's hat and red boots? Sorry Jess!

Jess Isle said...

I'm just going to pretend I didn't see that.