Birthdays mean trips to the doctor for checkups, which means statistics. According to her doctor, Q weighs nearly 29 lbs and is nearly 38 inches tall. That puts her in the 25th percentile for weight and the 50th percentile for height. The Boy, meanwhile, is roughly 38 lbs and 3 feet 8.5 inches, which puts him in the 25th percentile for weight and the 90th percentile for height.
They've both grown so much these last few months, it seems.
When asked by the doctor about his favorite fruit, The Boy said it was "juicy green apples." Favorite vegetable? Celery. And steamed broccoli. And spinach with ranch dressing. (Yes, these are all true.)
Q, for her part, refused to say or do much for the doctor. I can't say that I blame her, given her experience last year. We didn't have to hold her down while they slowly sucked her blood this time around, but she did get three shots. Stickers or no, that doesn't really make a person want to go to the doctor.
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I always hated going to the doctor as a kid...I think I was in my mid-20s before I stopped dreading those trips!
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