The numbers that I'm sure my blood pressure would have read had it been taken after P's Dr. appointment this morning.
It was her 4 month well check and she is, well, WELL! It was in fact, confirmed that she is a peanut with a capital P. Remember when I said she was probably 12 lbs. soaking wet. Well let's just say really really soaking wet! She didn't even hit 12 on the scale this morning. 8% for weight. How can a baby who eats every 1.5-2 hours be in the 8th% for weight?!?! But she is 25 inches long and hit the 75th percentile for that. The Dr. said she probably has some crazy high metabolism...which seems to run in the family.
She hit all of her developmental milestones. I took her off of one dose of Prevacid last week and the Dr. wants me to put her back on both doses because she can't afford to spit-up. She doesn't seem to be bothered on the lesser does, but she does spit up sometimes. And she also wants me to start giving her cereal for some more calories so another reason for the 2 doses of Prevacid. I am not totally on board with this. I'd prefer to wait until 6 months, but she has to go back for a weight check next month and I know they are going to ask me how the cereal is going. Plus, if it will help her put on a little more weight, then it's for the best.
And Dr. Nelson asked me when she was checking Parker over if she is always this quiet and calm and yes she is! She's so good. Unless she's tired or hungry and then she's a crab, but then again, so am I!
So the stressful part, oh yeah...LANE. He was everywhere. Climbing up on the stool. Playing with the water. Opening the door and walking around the office. I have never seen him act like that. He is usually so good and sits and reads a book or plays with his cars.
And then, I decided that he needed a flu shot so at the end of the appointment, they were both crying. I was able to distract him with a snack and nurse Parker so the situation calmed rather quickly, but then, then, it was time to go. Lane found a toy that he really liked when I was checking out and he liked it so much he didn't want to leave. So, with car seat and giant purse/diaper bag in hand, I had to drag him out. Yes, he was crying, yes he was trying to break free from me while I dragged him out of the hospital and to the car. And like every outing ends lately, this one didn't disappoint....both children crying in the car. Me, turning up the radio and sucking back the tears. Sigh.
Instead of heading to Giggle Bugs like I had planned. We headed straight home for a time out. Big sigh.
And this girl.
(And those cheeks are as kissable as they look. Yum!) 
I can't get enough of her!
Even at 12, 2, 4 and 6 AM I can't get enough of her....well maybe that's a lie. Dear Parker, whenever you want to start sleeping more than 2 hours straight at night, please feel free. This momma could use a stage of REM's!
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