Last year we got off on our dates for Eli's well child check-ups, which means for the sake of immunizations we have to continue to be a month late. Last Monday (yes, I am late on posting again), Eli and I made our venture in to the pediatrician's office for his four year check-up.
We need to back-track a bit, however. One of Eli's good buddies was born in September. When he went to his four year appointment, to get him over his fear of shots, his mom told him that shots make you run faster. Well, we thought this was absolutely brilliant. Sooooo....being the genius's WE are, we have grasped on to this and every time Eli's appointment had come up in conversation, we would say how his shots will make him run fast and grow big and tall. (Seriously, how can that be bad parenting? It is true...well, except for maybe the running fast thing. But if you think about it, if you're sick, you're not running at all...so in a way you are fast! And the more you grow, the faster you run! See, we're right!)
So here it is. The day of his appointment. Eli and I are in the car and are headed to the office. I ask how he's doing and how he's feeling about his appointment. His response? "GREAT! I'm going to be FAAAAST!" I thought I better let him know that they are still shots and they might sting a little when they give them to him. Again, his response was something to the effect of, "Eh! I'm going to be fast!"
The doctor visit was great, Eli is of course growing like a weed (isn't that what I've been saying?). He's 41 pounds and 41 1/2 inches tall. He ranks in the 67th percentile in height and in the 83rd percentile for weight. I was a little shocked at the weight part because he is not a big (fat) kid. He's just built SOLID. I do remember the doctors quote word for word though. "Don't change a thing, he's doing great!" Ahhhh. The words any mother loves to hear.
Fast-forward to the nurses visit with said shots. She pulled out the four that he was going to receive (and of course the cool crayon band-aids). He was to get two in each arm - one of which was his flu shot - and he was ready. He actually smiled when she came in. He sat so nicely in my lap and she did her work. There was one that he flinched on, however she did say that particular one stings a little. Yep it did. But let me tell you there were NO tears. Not one. His little eyes didn't even well up. What a little stud! He got his band-aids, got dressed, chose a sticker and a sucker and we were off.
As we were headed home, I asked how he was doing. He said "Good." If you know Eli, everything turns out to be "goooood" in a funny little voice. What a crack up. The funniest part was then he said, "Mom, she poked holes in me!" I about died laughing. Yes, my dear Eli, she poked holes in you.
The best, and funniest part, was Friday. He and I were on our way to Mary's house when he piped up with, "Hey Mom, on Tuesday can we go back to the doctor's?" (First of all, who knows where the Tuesday part came from, but it added to the humor.) Of course I asked why and his reply was simply, "I need more shots to run even FASTER!"
Can I tell you how much we just love our little boy? He has got to be the funniest kid around! HAHA