It would be remiss of me to talk about Christmas before I mention what we did on Christmas Eve day. Which would be take Calder in for his annual check up. Calder, having been present for nearly all of his sister's well-baby checks was aware that there were likely to be several injections in his future. So for two days ahead of time we basically tried to bribe him into not freaking out about having to go to the doctor. I mean, he loves going there, just not for himself. After promises of Happy Meals and monster trucks I finally ran out of ways to get Calder to agree to get in the car without a fight and just said, "You will have to take that up with Dr. Merens." That shut him right up. "I will." OK then. Weirdo. And true to his word, as soon as she came into the exam room Calder grabbed her by the hand and said, " I get no shots today, OK?" Luckily for him, he is still allergic to eggs and since all the scheduled boosters have egg in them, we were able to put them off until he has to get them for school. All Calder ended up with was a snootful of deactivated flu virus and and a teensy blood draw for his lead check. I didn't even have to get him the promised Happy Meal he was content to get some stickers and an extra bandage for his finger.
The doctor told us that he seems to be doing well. Good vital signs and motor skills. Excellent language. Duh, he just tried to negotiate his way out of vaccinations. And he is getting huge. Calder is exactly 40 pounds and, uh, some height. We kind of both got distracted at that point by the baby ripping my earring off and shoving it in her mouth so we missed how tall he is. I will be using the super scientific method of chasing Calder around with a tape measure to figure this out later. Dr. Merens did say he was big enough to switch from a car seat to a booster so we will either be converting his current seat, or having read several bad reviews of its performance as a booster, buying a new one and using the old seat in its rear-facing position for Wren so we can stop cramming her into the snap and go.
Were you surprised the doctor's office was even open on Christmas Eve? I was. Even more surprising to me was how busy it was. Although according to my Twitter and Facebook feeds, just about everyone's children has some form of projectile vomitous disease so maybe it's not that surprising. Keep them away from my kids, by the way. They are doing just fine.