Doctor, Doctor

Since taking the boys to the dentist Monday morning was so much fun, I decided to go ahead and schedule some more doctor's appointments for this week.

Yesterday I had my 22 week appointment. Everything's fine and as it should be. When the midwife went to listen to the heart, she found it right away but Omi moved on her. When she managed to track him down again, he started kicking at her. It was pretty comical. Not so comical was waiting at the pharmacy with the boys during their busiest hour of the day. Luckily my prescription was just for some muscle relaxers (I am in some serious pain from my hips down), so I only had to wait for them to call my number the first time. I had it sent to the satellite window so we could leave right away and I went back and got it this morning (probably saving myself a good 30 minutes or so of extra waiting and trying to keep the boys under control).

Today, we went back to the hospital for Zeke's 4year check-up. He did really well, I must say. He followed all their directions and even did most of the eye chart before getting bored and looking to me to bail him out. In all fairness though, the handle on that cup was very hard to make out, they should use a different symbol there. But he weighed in at 36.8pounds (right about 50% for his age) and measured a little over 3feet 7inches tall (ready for this? that's 97% for his age). This meant his BMI (body mass index or body fat percentage) measured 3%. So he's long and lean, just like his daddy. I can't think of it all without chuckling a little.

He did, however, have to get some shots. That did not go over very well. Not only did he get his final doses of his "regular" shots, but I got both boys their seasonal flu shots, as well as the first round of H1N1 shots today. Deacon cried when he got stabbed, but calmed down once he had some juice and realized they really didn't hurt that much. Zeke cried a bunch (probably because he got shot 6 times), and only calmed down when I let him out of the immunization closet so he could see the fish in the waiting room. He did fine after that, although he did rub his one shot spot as we walked to get my meds and then to the car. As we got in the car though he started crying again. He didn't stop crying until we got home and I took his band-aids off his legs and showed him there was nothing going on there. I did give him some children's motrin, so I think that helped a bunch too. As did the sweat pants I replaced his jeans with. Poor baby.

And while we're talking about Zeke, I just wanted to let you know that he is amazing when it comes to playing with my iPhone. I got a couple of kid apps for him (and for Deacon who never gets to play with the phone because Zeke always has it) and you should see him zip around that thing. He knows exactly how to get into and out of everything, how to work them all and everything. It's fun watching his finger just slide around the screen getting things done, switching back and forth between coloring, popping bubble wrap, and using the first words app (which I may have to break down and pay for the full app as the ten words the free one comes with are starting to lose their appeal).

And now that I've rambled on a bunch, here's a quick recap (if only to get my thoughts in order as I prepare to close this post):

~I went to the doctor's yesterday and everything's great except for the pain I'm in

~Zeke went to the doctor's today and is tall and thin, also in some distress after getting 6 shots

~Zeke is a natural at the iPhone and can probably do more with it then I can

The rest of our week is free of doctor's appointments. Not free of activities and fun, but free of needles and clinics and the like. Whew!