"Is the doctor going to fix Matt up? Or me?"

As soon as James found out we were heading to the doctor this morning, he began peppering me with questions...

Is the doctor going to look in my ears? Yes or no?
Yes or no will the doctor look in my mouth?
Is I getting a shot? If they poke me I will laugh.

James HATES having his ears checked. I cannot emphasize the word "HATE" enough in reference to this activity and James. It generally takes two people to hold him down while he kicks and squirms.

When we arrived at the doctor James said, "If he looks in my ears I will struggle and cry. If he looks in my mouth I will struggle and scream!" Last time the doctor looked in James mouth, James clenched his jaw so hard he ended up with a bleeding tongue by the time Dr. Fershtman got his mouth open.

I would like to say...I am extremely proud of James!! He started to freak when the doctor was laying him down (bad experience with this in the past) and asked if he could stand. Dr. Fershtman said James could stand only if he held still. James held perfectly still while he had his ears looked at. Then opened his mouth (after Dr. F said he would have to lay down if he didn't). Turns out he actually detests laying down and feeling powerless. Standing up he can take ear looking and mouth viewing. He even laughed for his shot...right up until the needle went in.

I had the nurse also weigh Matthias...my boys come in at 29 lbs (50%) and 26 lbs (75%). Matt should overtake James before the end of the year...

In other news, after two years in Texas I received my first fire ant bite this morning. Yow!