X-Man Battles His Arch-Nemesis...the Pediatrician!

There are few things Xavier detests more than going to visit the pediatrician. That being said, I asked Thaus to accompany us to X's check-up today. Our pediatrician moved into a new office building and I hoped the unexplored surroundings would buy us a little time before X spied his nurse, figured out shots were coming, and morphed into the meltdown monster. X is a smart cookie; we have never been able to trick him, or even distract him for that matter, yet the little people chairs in the waiting room entertained him long enough for me to snap a few pics with my phone. (Yes, our camera is STILL broken.)



Waiting Room. First check...so far so good.




Waiting Room. Second check...fought the liquid Tylenol but rebounded quickly.



Patient Room. Third check...you can't see (or hear) the screaming, but Thaus' sweatshirt is soaked from tears and slobber.



Patient Room. Final check...suckers make everything better...even the trauma of a needle. Both Daddy and X came out unscathed...I am not so sure about the nurse, however.

Eighteen month stats: Xavier grew 2 1/2 inches and gained zero pounds! Maybe someday X will break that 20 pound barrier. This goal will require him to intake actual food (I don't think lotion and hand sanitizer count), but we set our sights high in the Amonett house!

When we came home from running our errands, Xavier quickly reassured us that he was not permanently traumatized by the events of the day; he drug a mop bucket into the kitchen, climbed inside, pulled out my funnels, and showed us uses for them we never thought possible. He definitely keeps life interesting!