Check Ups!

Brennan and Griffin had their yearly doctor’s check ups today. The yearly check up is one of the most concrete, defining moments of understanding how much your child has grown, both literally and figuratively.

The boys both measured in at the 95th percentile in height and weight. Griffin coming in at 40 pounds and Brennan at 50 pounds. After getting weighed, I helped the boys undress to await the doctor. Griffin then decided he had to use the bathroom. Brennan quickly joined in the request. Off we set down the hall, the boys strutting ahead of me, naked except for their stylin' star wars and spiderman briefs.

There is nothing cuter in this world than a little boy, pot bellied, and oh so sweet, strolling confidently around in his big boy underwear. (I should probably be worried about how unconcerned either of them are at being seen in public in their undies.)

The doctor was soon ready to see us all. She asked the boys a series of questions and I was thoroughly entertained by their answers. Brennan was somber and almost nervous about speaking to the doctor he has had since he was born. Griffin, on the other hand, kept interjecting to expand upon his answers or Brennan’s answers. The doctor clearly got a kick out of Griffin.

At one point, the doctor turned to the boys and asked if they like to swim. They both said yes. She then continued in a serious tone, “Swimming is good, but remember, that you never, ever, ever go near a pool, or a pond, or a lake or anything else with a lot of water unless you have a big person with you, okay?”

Both boys nodded, but Griffin smiled and said, “Or if an Adult is with you.” Griffin pointed at the doctor and said in a explanatory tone, “Adult means big person. It's another word for big person.”

The doctor laughed for a good minute and then turned to me to ask, “Is he always like this?”

Oh yes. Three going on thirteen. Yep, that is our G.

The visit quickly degenerated into a screaming fest when both boys had to get shots. They were not pleased. I calmly held them and spoke to them as each got their shots. It was a stark contrast to the mother I used to be that cried just as hard as I watched my babies get their first shots. I don’t think it is just the kids that have grown through the years. I may have done some growing myself.