Lincoln's 3 Year Check-up

I took Lincoln in for his three year well child visit today. Linc has been looking forward to it all week, and today he kept telling me, "We are going to my doctor appointment." And he kept saying the word appointment over and over again. I thought it was funny that he was so excited to go to the doctor, most kids aren't. But I figure since we don't get our shots at the actual doctor (we have to go the Health Department, since our insurance doesn't cover shots), and since Lincoln is rarely ever sick, that he has no reason to have negative feelings towards the doctor. Plus, I think that since I've had a lot of doctor appointments (OBGYN) in the last while, he probably was excited to have one of his one "just like Mommy." Who knows, but he was very excited about this appointment.

When the nurse came to get us from the waiting room she was very good with Lincoln. She talked to him the whole time we were walking down the hall, asking him questions and so on. Then she told him she was going to check his eyes. She had him cover one eye and asked him to tell what the picture was that she was pointing to on a chart. Linc did very well, he has 20/20 vision, which doesn't surprise me at all. But the funny thing was, the nurse decided to ask him the very smallest pictures on the bottom, just to see what he's day I guess. And for each one she pointed to, Linc just said, "Oh, that's just a little knot." It was so funny.

Then the nurse took us to the room and had Lincoln climb up on the exam table. Linc climbed up, then promptly laid down and pulled his shirt up so his belly was sticking out. Guess he's witnessed too many OB appointments, eh? And when we were finished and walking out to the car he told me, "Mom, I don't have a Delia in my tummy. Not even a little one." I had a good laugh over that.

I was so proud of Lincoln at the doctor. He was very well behaved. And he answered all the doctor's questions politely and did as he was told. The doctor and nurses were all very nice to Lincoln and told him what a good boy he was and how good he was doing on all the tests, and you could tell that it just made Lincoln feel so great. Every time they would compliment him, his eyes would light up and he'd get a big smile. It made me really happy that he had such a positive experience with other adults that he wasn't related too. Maybe that's weird, but that's how I felt.

Lincoln is 33 pounds and 37 inches tall. He's between the 50th and 75th percentiles. He scored really well on all the areas they tested him (fine motor, gross motor, social, etc.) and is generally just a healthy, happy little boy.