Doctors Appointment

A few weeks ago I realized that Delaney was due (late) for her well baby check. I cannot stand going to the Doctor with this little one. We always end up needing to have her poked and prodded and I get the third degree about her size.

Keep calm, and feed her more peanut butter.

I'm choosing to stay calm about the whole situation, because nothing will get me in a bigger panic than being told something is wrong with my kid. We will do the tests they want us to do, and see the specialists AGAIN, and try to navigate the insurance hoops. But we will not panic, nope, no sir.

Before we first met our pediatrician, I was told he was a "big teddy bear". I was not prepared by this description, for some reason. He is 6 ft 17inches tall! When he opens the door the first time, I thought to myself, "Great! She's going to be terrified!"

How wrong I was! She loves him. She jumps into his arms every time we see him, which totally blows me away.  This time, she was excited to show off for him during the exam.

She showed him how she rocks her baby.

She told him her unicorn has sparkle hair.

She told him, "I'm naked, I like naked!"

Thanks for keeping it real kid.

I seized the opportunity to ask him if this level of "clothing aversion" is normal for her age. He assured me it was.

I was thankful, because if the trend continued I was going to need some recommendations for a very "open minded preschool".

Before we left (for a blood test they botched) ( no panic) the doctor, who sat eye level with her on the exam table, looked down to make another note. Delaney reached out, laid her hand on his bald head, and exclaimed,

"Naked"