Baby Torture

Peter visited the doctor yesterday. He didn't care for the experience, to put it mildly. Once he was wearing nothing but a diaper and was picked up by the nurse to weigh him he figured out something was up, and he went into hysterics. I can't say that I blame him, but the worst thing that happened this visit was a little pinprick of his finger to get a sample so his blood could be tested, and he didn't even notice that. It was purely fear.

 

As for his measurements, he came in at the 50th percentile for height and weight and 75th for head size. The measurement for his head was accurate since that was the first thing done and he hadn't freaked out yet, but when he got moved to the scale he was in full thrash mode. The scale was banged around a bit and I'm not sure if he fully stretched out for the measurement of length/height, but he was listed as being 20 pounds 12 ounces, and 28 ½ inches. He seems bigger than that, though. Oh, and his blood test was very good.

 

Other than that there's not much to report. He's got dry skin and well need to lotion him up twice a day now. He can eat some cheese and egg yolks. Um… that's pretty much it. It was a quick visit.

 

After the doctor visit he went to the mall with his mom while I got my hair cut. According to Mommy, Peter got his usual attention from other people, but he must have been suffering the effects of the shock of the doctor's office because he'd cry if someone admired him and talked to him. You'd think from the sound of it that he had the most awfullest day ever, but once he got home he was his normal, playful laughing self.

 

In other news, were supposed to get another snow storm in a couple days. Apparently we haven't had enough…