Check ups

We took Allen and Ivan for their respective six weeks and three years check ups today.

Vital stats:
Ivan weighs 32 lbs, which puts him in the 50th percentile, and is 36 inches tall, which is the 25th percentile. Just as we suspected, he's getting stocky. It's time to curb sweets ( which he doesn't eat that often, but for which he really has a sweet tooth), switch him to skim milk, get him to eat fruits and veggies (good luck to us), and maybe cut down on his cheese intake, which is unfortunately, all he eats.

Allen weighs almost 12 lbs and is 22 inches long, both of which put him in the 50th percentile. (By contrast, I think that at his 6 weeks appointment, Ivan had fallen to 10 percent before subsequently resuming growth in the 25th percentile, where he still remains today).

Ivan was all about getting a sticker and kept asking for a sticker. Ivan got one shot, HIB, and a finger prick to check for anemia. He was a big boy and didn't cry for either. Actually, he was very intrigued when the nurse started squeezing droplets of blood into a vial. He was very observant. They also checked his pulse. It was cute to see that handcuff on him. On the way out, Ivan finally got his sticker.

Later at home, he said " my bubu is done" and took off the bandaid he got for the fingerprick.

Allen, poor baby, got 3 separate injections, which contained vaccines against 7 diseases, as well as a liquid for rotovirus. Needless to say, the poor baby didn't know what hit him and started crying. It's just awful to have inflict any sort of pain on such little baby.