I should re-name this blog "Our Health" since all I ever talk about is going to the doctor and kids getting sick.
He was perfectly happy until he had to take off his jacket, and then he started with the kicking, screaming and crying. I held him against the wall to get his height, and managed to catch his weight in the split second before he ran off of the scale. He went crazy when the nurse was trying to get his head circumference and there was no way he was going to let her anywhere near him with the stethoscope.
He wasn't any better for Dr. Dude. "What happened? We used to be buds!" he said when Cullen was hiding behind a book yelling, "NO!"
He's a big kid. Off the charts for height and 95th percentile for weight? Something like that. A big, healthy kid.
Just have to work on the attitude.