Little Woman

Eleanore had her 3 year well baby checkup yesterday. I guess shes not a baby anymore, and this far into the game they've probably dropped the description of "well baby", but. Its just a regular plain ol' "checkup", now isn't it? That kind of breaks my heart, but at the same time, assists it to pump that much harder, with loving approval.

At previous appointments, she squirmed, she screamed, she kicked and cried. It was always a nightmare. Cold things in the ears, gagging sticks on the tongue... I don't think anybody enjoys a doctors appointment. But at this appointment, she was an angel. She held conversations with all of the techs and doctors, telling them about her baby brother and glittery princess tutu. She interacted with her friends in the waiting room, talking about the cartoon playing on the television and digging through the crayon bucket to find the best red. She was having fun?

The doctor described her as a Little Woman, being well above average for her age. Hes right though, she stands at 3 feet 4 inches tall, and carries around 42 pounds of giggles and smiles. Shes bigger than the 5 year olds that try to play with her on the play ground. Its hard to watch sometimes, she can't keep up with them. I get sucked into worrying about how her steroid style growing habbits will affect her as she gets older.

We ended the afternoon with a tickle(flu) shot (one for each of us, actually), toy airplanes and races, and an organic blueberry sucker. The perfect checkup, I'd say. I'm so proud of my little girl woman.