Well child

It was Eliot's 18 month appointment today. She is holding steady at the 95th percentile for height, and 50th for weight despite that rotund tummy. She, unlike her brother with his infinite curiosity, sociability and calmness throughout his checkups and shots over the years, was very unhappy with the doctor situation (not before and after, when she ran around talking, laughing, dancing and looking at the fish in the ubiquitous and very helpful fish tanks). She was screaming from the first undressing, as though having her head measured and her ears looked into was causing severe pain. She was so distressed by the shots that she was beyond crying, in a state of open-mouthed traumatic shock (which, luckily, morphed into the silence of pondering the choice of sticker as her reward). It was most upsetting for me, I think-- she is usually so happy and self-controlled, and easily cheered up after her bonks and tears.