Today I took both boys to the pediatrician's office by myself (We couldn't get an appointment time late enough in the day for Matt to make it. Boo.) for Evan's two-month well child visit. I rather dreaded this outing, wondering how I would keep Tobin from touching germy surfaces while tending to Evan. I am by no means a germaphobe, except when it comes to the doctor's office. Tobin is a very obedient, well-behaved child but I think any three year old has trouble complying with commands like "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"
Tobin did great. He only dropped his airplane on the floor once. And he also did a fine job entertaining himself so I could talk to the doctor. He interrupted me only twice while the doctor was doing her exam: once to ask me to finish the book I'd been reading before she came in (cute!) and then to ask why Evan was crying (sniff!).
I suppose people might be more interested in how Evan did during the appointment. Well, he did a fine job himself. While he was obviously a little scared by the strange experience that was the exam, and didn't coo and smile much at the doctor, he fussed very little. My sweet baby did wail after his shots, but calmed down within a couple of minutes after a little snuggling with Mama. Tough little guy.
And most importantly, he continues to thrive physically. I don't think even I was prepared for these numbers: he weighs 15 pounds, 6 ounces! Um, his weight is a whole pound more than his big brother at this age, and his brother was by all measures a gigantic infant too. Evan gained three pounds in his second month! His length was 23.5 inches and his head circumference, 16.5 inches. I'm thrilled, if not feeling a little soreness in my arms and back now that I know exactly how big he is. And I suppose it was prescient of me to pull all of our 6-9M clothes out of storage this morning. Indeed he's sleeping in a six-month sleeper right now--my sweet little two month old.