2 year check-up

This Anderson household has a dark secret. A deep shame that hides behind our entrancing exteriors, eating at our will to continue with our day. Our son, *dramatic pause* can't jump off of two feet. Ok, so maybe Beth doesn't care as much, but what kind of sports am I sposed to teach Ben now? Baseball!? *shudder*

Kidding of course, I don't really care that jumping off 2 feet is the only thing he's behind in; I'm not even sure it's considered behind really, he's technically way ahead of where he's sposed to be for everything. It's true he can't jump off of 2 feet, but that will come in time...probably, though I am the anomaly of the Anderson family.

On to the numbers. Ben is 36" tall (3 feet), though it could be a bit more, he was weighed first and then as he was made to stand up straight for the nurse, his face started to crumble into the I'm-gonna-cry face, and it was hard to get him to stand there. That's 86th percentile. Weight is 30lb 12.8oz, 80th percentile. And 48.6cm head circumference, 47th percentile.

He did great for Dr. Hillary and even sang several songs while I was talking with her. She was impressed. Or feigned being impressed. Tough to tell, I'm sure she has to pretend to be impressed all day long...

He got his final shot for Hep A. I told him he was going to get an owy, and then daddy would pick him up. He cried for a bit after and then we compared owies (I got 4 moles removed yesterday). That made him feel better.