Staying Healthy For The Doctor

I took all three kids to the doctor a few weeks back.  It was our first visit since moving and a rather overdue 1 year checkup for Abigail (at 14 months - oops).  In my defense we did move the week before she turned 1 and it took me quite a while to find a doctor who was accepting new patients.

This wasn't helped by the fact that the very lovely receptionist was horrified at the thought that my girls be seen by a male doctor.  No she said, they must be seen by a woman, after all one day they'll be women too.  Never mind that all three were cared for in utero by males, pushed into this world straight into the arms of male doctors and have since been seen by a succession of very competent male doctors.  Well its time for a change, they now have a very lovely female doctor and a bunch of charming female nurses.

Tomato Sauce, Mud and Garden Hoses

Have you ever sat in front of a baby who has a mouth full of pasta and tomato sauce?  One who has a wicked grin on her face, a twinkle in her eye, whose every fiber is aching to spray you down?  I have just survived this ordeal.  Fortunately this time she took heed of the fierce look in my eye and swallowed the mouthful before disaster struck.  Some days I'm not so lucky.  Most days she will nochalantly drop half chewed morsels from the highchair which is a sure sign that meal time is over.  You would think she'd have learned by now that the food goes away when it starts getting tossed.  She doesn't seem to care though.

This is my third time with this stage and its just as cute as it was the first time.  Don't tell the baby I said that though or it'll never end.