What’s Up, Doc?

Oh, the joy of a well-child appointment (as opposed to a sick child appointment)

Went yesterday to have the lad measured, weighed, tapped and prodded. As we were sitting in the waiting room, the nurse came in and instructed L to remove his clothes down to his undies.

L: “Well, this is going to be embarrassing. What if the doctor comes in and sees me nearly naked and has to turn away and gather herself? What if she’s not expecting this? This feels very awkward to me. I think the nurse might have confused us with another patient.”

M: “L, your doctor is a pediatrician. She expects to see you in your undies. She would be surprised if you weren’t nearly buck naked.”

L: “Okaaaay. But if we have this wrong….”

Doc comes in and is amazed at how tall L has become. She is the single greatest pediatrician in the world. She knows that L comprehends everything and speaks to him as she would speak to me.

Doc: “L, what’s your favorite subject in school?”

L: “Math. Definitely math.”

D: “Why math?”

L: “Because I have systems and strategies and math makes complete sense. For instance, if you’re adding two three digit numbers, you already know that…”

D: “Yes, you definitely understand math. That’s great. I wish more people loved math.”

L then tells her about his day, his week, his life, his dog, his friends. At the end of the appointment, he says, “well, did I do okay? Am I healthy?”

D: “Yes, you’re very, very healthy. You’re amazing.”

Yup.

Seven Past, Eight Now

I documented L’s last evening as a seven year old. I took treats to his class the next day. His school has a great tradition of asking if anyone would like to share something they appreciate about the birthday kid. Some of the responses:

“L is a great friend and is always by my side when I need him.”

“L is my best friend.”

“If anyone ever needs any help, L’s there.”

“L is really, really funny.”

“I love how creative he is. He’s helping me learn to draw.”

“L taught me more than I ever knew about gas masks.” (Said by his teacher.)

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Past Tense

July, 2008

Last night, L and I talked for about an hour after stories about the pets he’s going to have. A fish named Haylie, a hamster named Kyla, and a chicken named Justin. I told him we’d start with the fish but that the binkie had to go. He got up out of bed and threw it into the trash (with much aplomb). He talked about taking his fish to swim class on a leash and teaching it how to swim. Then, as he started drifting off, he said, “where’s my binkie?” I cracked up. He fished it out of the trash and put it back into his mouth.

It was an exciting 5 minutes.