When I was growing up, as a little kid, I had a pediatrician that my parents brought me to regularly for your typical little kid things – shots, strep throat, ear infections, chicken pox (yes, we got it back then – no vaccine for me!) – and that doctor was different than the doctor that my parents went to. My parents never went to the same doctor that I went to. Not even adult doctors. Anyways, Nate’s doctor is now my doctor. I had my first appointment with him yesterday. And it was kind of nice in a wierd way because he’s had my son as a patient for the entire first year of his life. It’s almost like I don’t have to re-explain everything to him because I have gone through that already with explaining stuff for my son. And I feel really comfortable telling him stuff about my health, which is really important for a doctor, don’t you think?
Anyways, Nate has another doctor’s appointment tomorrow to check on his ears. He’s been getting a lot of ear infections lately because he has the daycare cold. You know the one – the one that all the kids in daycare get and share like candy. I feel bad for the poor kid – he’s such a trooper and hardly ever complains about the ears. I’m so proud of him – lately, he’s been really shining as far as his personality. He’s begun smooching both Izzy and I without thinking twice about it. And of course, we get slobbered by it, but it’s so cute and I love it. He’s been clapping on demand and blowing kisses. And he’s also got a sense of humor – he’ll crack up at the littlest things.