doctor approved

After falling embarrassingly behind in Jack's vaccinations, last Thursday I took him in for a well check. I think the doctor was a little surprised by Jack. When Dr. C entered the room, Jack pointed to a picture on the door that had a girl doctor and a boy doctor and said, "Some doctors are boys and some doctors are girls." Then Jack proceeded to tell Dr. C all the colors that he saw and that blue and green were his favorites. He told him about his little toy car he was holding and that he had peed in his undies and that's why he was wearing a diaper. (Nice touch, I know.)

The toy basketball and hoop found in the office quickly distracted him from talking, but that was no problem because Dr. C was impressed with Jack's ability to actually make a basket. Jack cooperated fully during the check up and then proudly showed the doc how well he could jump.

"Well, when he becomes a basketball star for BYU," Dr. C said, "just know that I predicted it at age 2." He then declared that I have great kids.

Jack is in the 50th percentile of weight (only 3 pounds less than Ana) and the 20th for height.

And of course, the 100th percentile for adorableness. That's what the doctor told me. (I am paraphrasing).

Then I got my kid immunized. Because it is important. And safe. And it does not cause autism. And it saves lives.

I promise blue hands are not a side effect.