Iz had her 4-year physical this morning.
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44 pounds...40 inches tall...right on track size-wise :)
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Dr. M asked Iz a TON of questions (in fact, it was like I wasn't even there) and Iz passed with flying colors :) Dr. M was especially impressed with Iz's unprompted use of "please" and "thank you" and also her imagination.
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Whew! I always get myself worked up about Iz's doctor visits. Like I'm going to go in there and they're going to discover something about her that deems me unfit to be her mother. Or (and this is definitely possible) Iz will rat me out about something that will make me want to crawl into a hole and wait for the end of time...and she will be repaid when she's a teenager and my very existence will make her want to crawl into a hole :) Tee hee hee!
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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I always feel like I'm being tested at the Drs, and the boys are trying to have me taken away. "Helmet? Noooo, we've never worn a ...how do you say it... helmet." "Yes, yes you have. That's the thing I insist you wear when you ride your bike/skateboard/instrument of death and head injury and you take off 5 seconds later and I turn into the crazy lady chasing you down the street... Hi Dr."
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