This week we had our two-month check up with the baby doctor man. He seems like a nice man, but we don’t really want to go there unless we have to. The nice nurse ladies weighed and measured us first. Mason tipped the scales at 11lbs 5ozs and stretched to 23.5 inches long. Morgan weighed in at 10lbs 5ozs and measured all the way to 23 inches. Mom and Dad were happy to learn we are growing so well. Our weight is average for babies our age and we’re a little longer than the average baby. That’s probably because Mom and Dad are a lot longer than the average Mom and Dad.
The baby doctor man gave us two thumbs up after he checked all of our parts. That’s where the fun ended. The nice nurse ladies came back and played a nasty trick on us. They asked Mom and Dad to hold our arms while they poked our legs with medicine. We cried and yelled and wiggled! And then Mom cried…sometimes Mom is just a big baby. One nurse lady couldn’t even look at Mom because she was so sad. The nurse lady had to focus on Dad because he was the only brave one in the room. The medicine pokes are supposed to keep us from getting some bad sicknesses, but we still didn’t like it one bit. Mom got eight stitches later that day when she went to visit the skin doctor man, but she said our leg pokes hurt her a lot more.
We came home and took a long hard nap to try to forget all of the ugly parts of the doctor visit. Now we’re just focused on how big we’re getting. Even though we’re just over two months old, we don’t fit in some of our three month clothes. Mom has to watch tags for weight and length now and not months. We’re even fitting in some of our three to six month clothes! How’s that for overachieving?
We don’t have to go see the baby doctor man for a couple more months. We think we heard there are more pokes coming, so we’ll try to get brave before that. Hope Mom can toughen up too…