Mom picked me up early on the 8th which in my experience is rarely a good thing and that Friday was no different. We met Dad at the doctor's office for my two year check up. Unfortunately I do NOT like doctor's office. I think I started crying before the nurse even asked M&D a question. The mere thought of getting weighed or measured was apparently enough to send me into an atomic meltdown. And when Dr. Shanker came in? Whoa buddy. Let me tell you, he did NOT need that
Here are the deets: 33 Inches, 27 lbs.

- "Growth is approximately 50% of adult height" so it sounds like I'll be 5'6" - cool, cool.
- "Build tower of 6 blocks" Check - in JANUARY
- "String Beads" Check - in JANUARY
- "50 Vocabulary Words" Check - stopped keeping track months ago at ONE HUNDRED
When we got home, Mom had some work to do so Dad and took my basketball goal outside for the first time. It was awesome but chasing down Dad's shot outside is a LOT more work than it was inside. I'm guessing his ball didn't make it's way under the chairs after a MADE shot, eh?
I guess I shouldn't throw stones though, I took a dozen or "shots" from the stoop and this one was as good as any.
More under-furniture rebounding?
Just before we went inside a fire truck and ambulance showed up, sirens whaling and lights flashing, in the cul-de-sac behind us. I have no idea what was up because I could barely see but when I was on Dad's shoulders, I was able to see the "biiiig trucks."
Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.
Until Later,
Avery