Yesterday I took the kids to the pediatrician for Harper’s 3-year and Roman’s 18-month checkup. With their birthdays exactly 18 months apart, it’s so nice to knock those out in one visit! Both kids are healthy and checked out great. Here are their stats: Harper weighs exactly 29 pounds (fully clothed) – 30th percentile, is 38 inches tall – 66th percentile, and her head size is in the 10th percentile. Yes, that is tiny. Roman weighs 28 pounds (naked) – 75th percentile, is 34 inches tall – 75th percentile, and his head size is in the 85th percentile. To sum it up, Harper takes after her mom and Roman clearly takes after his dad. Pretty soon he should surpass her in height and weight!
They are both right on track developmentally. Harper is still pretty far ahead of the curve in terms of her language development. The doctor asked if she could draw anything recognizable, and when I responded that she could write the letters H, A, O, L, T and C, he just about passed out. Apparently most 3-year olds don’t do that. Although he is clearly not where his sister was at 18 months, Roman is right on track for his age. He officially says twelve words: night-night, mama, dada, Harper (“Ha Ha”), Ro Ro, moo, baa, duck, horse, woof-woof, uh-oh, and ta-da. He is starting to “repeat” what we say, which means he makes an unrecognizable sound in response to us. It’s very cute!
They made it through the visit with no tears, but Harper did have quite a negotiation with the doctor. Harper has a, ummm, constipation issue, and a few months ago she was just holding it in out of protest. I threatened her repeatedly that if she didn’t go I was going to take her to the doctor and they would have to put medicine in her tush. Whoops. As soon as the doctor walked in she started protesting. It went something like this:
Doctor: “Okay, I’m going to look in this ear now.”
Harper: “You can look in that ear but you can NOT look at my tush.”
Doctor: “Good, now let’s check the other ear.”
Harper: “Dat’s okay, but not my tush.”
It went on like that for every body part, and then at the end she declared “I did great Mommy! I didn’t cry!”
On that note, I have a few recent Harperisms to share:
Doing playdoh:
“I wanna make a turkey-pine first, den we are going to do a bunny.” (turkey-pine, aka porcupine)
After nap I pulled her bee-bee out of her mouth and she immediately popped in another one and said:
“Mommy, don’t swipe dis bee-bee because it’s for my cozy time.”
In the car with Daddy:
“Where are we Daddy?”
“FedEx.”
”What?”
”FedEx.”
”No Daddy, it’s QRX…TUVWXYZ.”
Playing with “baby Abigail”:
“Come on Abigail we’re going to try to go potty. You just have to try to do a poop. Just try!”
