At Peter's 4-year check today:
40 inches (36th percentile)
35.6 pounds (40th percentile).
I'm surprised he's not in the 10th percentile for either; he always looks like a scrub compared to his friends. That's what we get for having short genes.
He's meeting all of his developmental milestones - a bare minimum list, including "singing songs, drawing pictures*, knowing colors, and being able to say his name" - although the doctor can't be so certain that he can hop on one foot. Which, apparently, is a developmental milestone. Peter refused to show the doctor this trick. He did, however, very patiently allow the doctor to examine him and managed a wan smile when the doctor tickled him.
there were no smiles just a few hours earlier
And there were shots. Oh, the shots. They came with very brightly colored bandaids. Only doctors have fancy bandaids, don't you know? Later, Peter confessed that the shots didn't really hurt very much. Do you think he'll remember that when he's 11? (That's when his next round is due. He's very relieved.)
*\in preparation for a sick visit last month, Peter and I made a list of things he wanted to tell the doctor. Since he can't read, I drew pictures: runny nose, ouchy ear, ouchy finger, etc. He showed the drawing to the doctor and nurse, who believed he drew it and were so impressed. The nurse mentioned it today, and told us the doctor has it hanging above her desk, and tells everyone, "can you believe he's only FOUR and he drew this?"
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