Truly a Challenge

Do you hear that? That sound, my friends, is the sound of progress. It's the approaching sound of a railing being torn down and replaced with a fairy garden.

We're about 20% of the way to the minimum we need to make Center for Victims an amazing space.

Keep it coming.

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There's this thing you're supposed to do where you're supposed to take your kids to the doctor once in a while, even if they're well, just because.

I'm bad at that thing.

I'm so bad at that thing that the pediatrician's office called and was like, "Yo. You wanna bring that 2-year old in before she's a 3-year old?" The answer was yes, of course. The good news is that because the office fussed at me, I was only a month late for Mila's appointment.

VICTORY.

The thing about well visits with Mila is that they're always annoying. There will always be several minutes spent trying to understand why she's so tiny (she literally is a tiny human -- she's in the 10th percentile for weight and 15th for height).

I dunno why. She eats. The girl will tackle a 300-pound man if she thinks she will walk away from the battle with a candy bar. I suspect she's so little purely out of spite because she heard her sister was a giant toddler.

The other half of the appointment will be spent with me trying to contain the tiny hurricane. She's a nut who climbs all over the place and really doesn't care who sees her doing it. While our favorite pediatrician reviewed Mila's stats, Mila pushed a footstool to the sink and tried to drown herself. My attempts to contain the chaos led to Mila shouting, "NO! I DO IT!"

So that's fun.

But I think my favorite part of this particular visit came when the doctor was asking all of the questions needed to figure out if Mila's development is on schedule.

Mila decided to answer the questions.

Does she know how to jump? Yes! I jump! ::jump::jump::

Does she make eye contact? Nooooooooo.

Does she say phrases or sentences? Yeah, I talk.

Does she follow directions? No, I play with Alexis.

Do you have any concerns? I want paci-fire, please.

The good news is that the pediatrician agreed with me that any kid who says paci-fire completely coherently probably doesn't need an actual pacifier. The bad news is that I'm pretty sure Mila is making a voodoo doll of both me and the pediatrician so she can exact her revenge.

Comments

[Suzanne]

I think that picture is my favorite of all the ones you've posted of Mila. It's also completely appropriate for her making voodoo dolls of you & the ped!