I took Peter to his 2-year-old well-child check-up at the pediatrician's office. He was in perfect health, but his stats show him to be a little on the shrimpy side. His height is 2 feet, 9 inches (20-25th percentile), and his weight is 27 pounds (25-50th percentile). He did NOT like his flu shot (and neither did his sister, who was lucky enough to get one at the same time), but he enjoyed showing off his mad jumping skills for Dr. Hood.
Peter doesn't have to go back again for a check-up until he turns three! Too bad we had to take him back to the office twice within the few weeks following his appointment -- once for a strep test after CJ had a positive one, and once to diagnose a hairline fracture on his clavicle. If I can get him to wear his sling for more than two seconds I will try to post a photo of the little tough guy. Between the clavicle and the four molars he's cutting (all at once!), he is having a pretty rough time. Tantrums are becoming increasingly difficult to soothe, and he's acting every bit like a two-year-old.
The big news is that he is probably going to start attending the same early learning program that Charlotte started right before she turned two. We have an appointment to fill out the paperwork on January 19th, and he would probably start the following week. NanaB, time to start sewing Petey's school bag! [I'm not just being a greedy brat -- she showed me the cool material she had bought for it when we were at her house over Christmas.]
Here's my super handsome little two-year-old right after his birthday. He's cutting up some plastic veggies that attach with velcro (a gift from Greatest Aunt Janet and Great Uncle Bart) and his new sweatshirt (courtesy of Auntie LiLi and Missur Dan). At age two, he is crazy about cars, planes, trains, and anything soft and furry (but especially his pink pig bubba). Happy belated birthday, Peter!
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