Totally Run of the Mill

We just returned from Lucia's 3 year checkup, and she's -- thankfully --  about as normal as you could expect. 45 percentile for weight, 65 percentile for height. She weighs 31 and is 37 inches (and change) tall. Her height totally means date night at IKEA, which is Pete and my idea for going there, checking her into the kid's care (she has to be 36 inches), and enjoying some meatballs for dinner and maybe smooching on the sofas in the fake living rooms. What? Sounds like a great idea to me! 

ANYWAY. She's totally normal. She was most excited to see Dr. Dan, just like our book, and she had 2 vaccinations which induced sobs, until we let her watch Curious George 2 for the zillionth time on the phone. She grew 2 inches alone just this summer. She's a string bean, and Dr. Dan confirmed that her not being interested in eating is no big deal. She'll eat when she wants. She'll make up for it; the more we make a big deal about it, the more it will be a big deal. Which echoes what our favorite parenting book says. 

After seeing and hearing about a 9-year-old with a brain tumor today and knowing there's other kids out there who are not in good health, we were so thankful to be run of the mill and for a ho-hum doctor visit. YAY BORING!