Doctor, Doctor, Gimme the News...

Today was the 2-year check up. We have the form that you can print off the Internet and fill out prior to arriving at the appointment. So, we are riding along in the car on the way to the doctor's office answering the questions about our tot’s lifestyle, when the following question is read aloud by Daddy:
“How many ounces of juice, soda and other sugar sweetened beverages does your child consume each day?”
Mommy answers “Zero”; Lucye answers “Not yet.” True story, I swear.

And for the grandparents…the checkup went fine. Well, it went fine with the exception of her vomiting when they wanted her to stretch out on the exam table to measure her height. Nothing else upset her like that. Not even her shot. The nurse never could get a measurement with her on the table, thanks to our fish, and we had to take her to the “big kid” measuring stick on the wall in the hall. What a baby!
75-90% in the height category though! Yeah, she takes after her parents ;-)

Words of the Day: Hot Dog Bun

So my aunt, uncle, and cousins from Cumming were coming for dinner (hee hee). I knew I needed to stun and amaze them with my ever-increasing phenomenal vocabulary while we were dining. It was a pure stroke of genius when I uttered "hot dog bun" for the first time. It just popped out! I swear I didn't plan it. They were only mildly impressed, but my parents...it was music to their ears. And I don't mean AC/DC, I mean Mozart...speaking of....that furry little white dog is our house guest this week, and I can't get enough of chasing him around and around and around (and it's only been about 4 hours since he arrived). As a side bar, for my afternoon snack, I made Mommy laugh. She said "Here is your yogart...um...I mean Smoothie, if you will." And I responded back to her "I will!" She thought that was pretty funny. These big people are pretty easy to amuse these days.

Why am I crying and in my Dad's underwear in the picture? Well, I always help Mommy with the laundry. When I swiped this pair with the airplanes on them (how cute) and put them on, Mommy tried to take them away from me. So I cried. But, she didn't argue the point that Dad's underwear is the most interesting thing we wash. Two, I said I'd be two next weekend.