The BigTattle-tale
Dutch weighs 37 pounds and is 39 inches tall. She truly is a giant; I'm not just making this up. She also appears to have a crush on her pediatrician and lounged casually on the exam table, making idle chitchat about how her mom doesn't exercise enough, while the doctor prodded and peered at her. The saddest thing we learned at the appointment is that Dutch no longer likes getting a shot.
I was actually pretty impressed with Dutch, who managed the whole event with virtually no verbal or physical support from me. I did help out and tie her little gown in the back for her. (Those little gowns with the cartoons on them are so depressing - they inevitably make me think of kids who spend a lot of time in the hospital wearing them.) But otherwise she was pretty much in charge - she answered questions, she followed directions. She even learned a new vocabulary word - "otoscope"- and drew a very nice face on the chalkboard for the doctor. When asked if she poops in the toilet, she changed the subject very deftly.
I was actually pretty impressed with Dutch, who managed the whole event with virtually no verbal or physical support from me. I did help out and tie her little gown in the back for her. (Those little gowns with the cartoons on them are so depressing - they inevitably make me think of kids who spend a lot of time in the hospital wearing them.) But otherwise she was pretty much in charge - she answered questions, she followed directions. She even learned a new vocabulary word - "otoscope"- and drew a very nice face on the chalkboard for the doctor. When asked if she poops in the toilet, she changed the subject very deftly.
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