The McNosky Blog: Shots.

the downside to reaching the 18 month mark also means an 18 month check up. Mason loves going to the doctors office until he sees Mommy having her blood drawn or Dr. O. Yesterday we saw Dr. O. He does great in the waiting room. He flirts with all the old ladies. and young ones too. He does great laying on the table for the nurse to measure how tall (or short) he is. He does great standing on the big boy scale to see how little we feed him. He's even great at the waiting game because there's always toys that he doesnt have at home (can you believe it!?) that can keep him occupied and Mom even plans ahead with snacks...which are usually eaten by Daddy-o instead.
So we found out yesterday he's tall and skinny and probably won't be the smartest kid in class- which is fine if he keeps them laughing. Mind you we're trying to raise the next Dane Cook here. (I say Dane Cook because he's good looking AND funny.)
So he's 33 3/4" tall (is that really possible that he's almost 3 ft TALL?) He's in the 80 percentile for height, 50 percentile for weight (24.6 lbs) and 50th percentile for head circumference. I think Amazon Baby (Rilee) might weigh about 10 lbs more than Mace Face now. But that's okay, she's got an amazon daddy too. And she eats good. Mace Face would just rather play that eat most of the time.
So Dr. O walks in and Mason gets that worried look of "oh crap, I'm supposed to know you, but I can't quite remember, but I think it means something bad when you walk in" look. And of course he HAS to sit on Mom's lap after his little nervous dance to scramble up into my lap (which is always funnier when he's in just a diaper). So he's in good health. Dr. O tells us everything we should be expecting at 18 months & He tells us we're doing a good job since he's happy, healthy and alive and then proceeds to say, just 2 shots today just as soon as Mason starts to get comfortable with Dr. O he then realizes WHY he's not supposed to like him. The nurse comes in and pokes at his chubby little white thighs with the big mean needles. Mason doesnt really cry, he just really proceeds to yell at us telling us how horrible we are for bringing him to Dr. O for the next 2 minutes before I whip out a baggie of "Pirates Booty" snack and then he forgets everything that happened up to "Pirates Booty." mmmmm, booty. wait, arrrrrgh- fake popcorn. Must love it. I just love the name, not so much the snack.

Fast forward to bedtime, Masonite goes down as usual and wakes up in pain at 3 am (which it didnt occur to Daddy-o to give him Motrin) so when Bad Kitty wakes up cranky baby at 4am he's really ticked. Cranky baby wakes up again at 6:45 am and decides to not go back to sleep, but alas, Mommy (the almighty who knoweth everything) saves the day (as early as it is) with a dose of Motrin and then a good hour or Masonite watching the all glorious "baby genius" nursery rhyme video quietly in his chair while the almighty Mom snoozes for another 45 minutes on the couch. i loooooooooooove baby genius, but I don't love the nursery rhymes that ring in my head.
Poor Masonite has a HUGE welt on his leg left of his injection site. Poor baby. it looks like it HURTS. but there's no job too big for Mr. Motrin. Okay maybe there is, but not today! Poor Mr. Masonite is all out of whacks tonight. We got him down a bit early before the crankster came out again, but he decided he's going to taunt us with the possibility of him- Mason usually goes down without a peep until morning (some times we won't be so lucky and he'll decide on a party at 4 am but not so much anymore) and he's actually woken up THREE times within an hour of going down. That's so not like him. I think he's finally down for night now. Poor kiddo had a long day of playing hard at school, napping hard at school and terrorizing the feline population in the McNosky household. (maybe that was payment for last night's big debut of Bad Kitty 2) the score totals out at:
Mommy's Masonite: 324
The Fightin' Felines: 3

So the night ends and tomorrow is a new day- but not before I leave you with some viewing pleasure. As Mason decided to empty his closet as I tried to put away his laundry he dug out something that Aunt Mimi (amy) picked up for him on a shopping spree in Hong Kong. During this retail therapy session, Mommy found out she was having a BOY- so Aunt Mimi had to get a cute chinese silk pajama set. Its been sitting in the closet for sometime, I never thought Mason would actually wear it. But he insisted on putting on an asian inspired fashion show tonight. Don't worry, he shows his true boy-self by also wanting to wear his teva-like sandals. Maybe that's because he knew Aunt Mimi bought those for him too!
I couldnt help but laugh at his funny ensemble, Daddy-o wasn't so fond of it. Mace Face like the feel of silk on his skin, he kept rubbing his miniature Buddah Belly.
ahh, so serious. for 2 whole seconds.