I'm 6 months old. Don't I look thrilled about it. Well you wouldn't be either if your mommy told you that you had to go to the doctor for a checkup (and shots! I HATE shots!) Some of my favorite things to do now are squealing and crinkling paper. The pediatrician told mommy to expect ma-mas and da-das anytime now (along with my first tooth) As usual, befitting my baby princess status I screamed through my checkup and shots. I had to get my anemia test again--still low, but rising (I have to take those foul-tasting vitamin drops YUCK!) There is now 16# 3 oz of baby princess to love (and I'm now 27 3/4 inches tall) I don't particularly like getting examined...baby princesses like me are not meant to be poked and prodded!! I screamed at the doctor lady when she wanted to see me practice sitting--yep I've got baby princess attitude too!
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I would be ticked too, luckily I don't have to do for that check up thing until next month, I would rather it then my chicken pox! Don't worry, just remember, one day you'll pick her old age home ;)
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