Four-Year-Old Well-Check.

It's a doozie.

Even though my big girl hammed it up for the camera, she was beautifully behaved at her well-check on Monday.  She passed the hearing and vision test with flying colors, enjoyed watching the blood flow from her pricked finger, and did exactly as she was asked throughout the entire exam.

She weighed in at 32 pounds (24th percentile) and was 39.5 inches tall (45th percentile).  The nurse described her as long and lean, which pretty much sums it up.  In addition to these stats, we also received her BMI (14.41), her blood pressure (84/40), and her heart rate (108). 

She received a glowing bill of health...and four shots (two in each arm).  She was sooooo brave.  Ben stood with her and held her arms, and she hung in there until she felt that first poke, at which point she broke into tears.  We didn't have to fight her or anything; she just sat on the table and wailed. 

A princess sticker and Hello Kitty tattoo stopped a few of the tears, and by the time we'd picked Harris up at school, she was back to her normal self.

As a reward for her excellent behavior, Babe chose to have dinner at McDonald's (something that's become a rare treat around here!). 

Here's to no more vaccines for this girl for a long, long time.

Doc.

Homegirl had her one-week check-up yesterday.  After dropping down to 6 lbs 12 oz in the hospital, I'm happy to report that she's now heavier than her birth weight, weighing in at a whopping 7 lbs 4 oz.

She received a glowing health report!  She's eating well (and is by far the best nurser out of all my babies!) and is waking up right on schedule (every 2-3 hours) to satsify her appetite.  I'll be thankful once we've lengthened that sleep time just a little bit, but for now I'm doing my best to soak up every ounce of her little bitty self.

Just when I think I couldn't possibly love another kid the way I love Harris and Hadley, in comes Emmy and steals my heart all over again.

Keep up the growing, baby girl.

Three Year Stats.

Babe had her three-year-old well check last week.  She's healthy. :)

And much smaller than I expected.  She weighed 29.5 pounds (37th percentile) and was 36.25 inches tall (24th percentile). 

She also cried the entire time.  Not because she was scared of Dr. Jackson, but because she didn't have the chance to watch television in the waiting room before we got called back. 

I can't help but love her.