Our little girl is growing up! Sometimes it's still hard to believe we have a 3 year old. I have a serious love/hate relationship with age 3. Let's face it, sometimes 3 year olds are royal assholes. On the other hand when they are actually behaving they may just be the cutest, sweetest things on the planet.
Morgan had her well visit today and it was her first "big girl" doctor visit. She got weighed by standing on the scale and her height was measured by actually standing against the wall. People, I'm raising the next Jennie Finch. She is 40 lbs and 40 inches which is 97th percentile for both. Paul and I were talking and wondering where these other 3% of kids are that are taller than her and debating their existence. If they do exist, I've never seen them.
After that we moved on to the eye test where she had to tell the nurse what the shapes were on the eye chart. There were things she could see that I couldn't. Maybe it's time I hit the eye doctor. Have I mentioned yet that I had Rylee with me at this appt? She spent her time running amuck and trying to throw Morgan's flip flops away in the garbage can.
After we got in the room they had her change into an actual gown. She was a little nervous to talk to the doctor but all in all they say we have a perfect growing little girl! We got all her paperwork signed off on for preschool and we headed on our way! Yay for no shots! At this rate I will have huge guns by the time she is 4.
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