Yesterday I took Blake to the clinic.
He's not been sick, sick, but he's not been himself lately. He's been running a low grade fever for 4 or 5 days now, a bit whingy, and not eating very much. We know at least 3 sharp teeth have just popped through the gums, so maybe that is what's been bugging him, but I just wanted to check that everything is okay so off we went to the doctor.
My sick baby was HILARIOUS at the doctor's office and not acting very sick at all. He began by running over to the pamphlet holder and grabbing two large, illustrated hand outs about Self Breast Examinations and ran around the waiting room to show everyone.
Next he walked up to each person, arched his back and lifted his shirt and showed them his big belly and then ran away laughing.
Finally, when he got up on the scale to get weighed, he started dancing and wouldn't stop.
Not surprisingly, the doctor said he was fine. Must bring my camera next time we go to the doctor.
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