September 02, 2004: Stop stabbing my baby!

- Veronika has officially entered toddlerhood. In the last two days she: 1. unrolled a good bunch of toilet paper and 2. managed to take off her diaper cover. -

Yesterday I took Veronika to her 12-month-well-baby-checkup. Granted she is almost 13 months but due to the move and the wait for the new insurance cards, it got a little delayed. The new doctor is very nice and seemed very satisfied with Veronika's progress. She weighs 21lbs 4 oz (9.6 kg) and is 30" (76.2 cm) long. 90th percentile for height and 50th percentile for weight, that means she's long and skinny. I don't know, I suppose there is no category for thigh chunkiness because skinny those are not.

Anyway, the real tragedy was the evil nurse. She came in to do the measurements and stuff and Veronika, smart and intuitive as she is, did not buy her annoying cheery "yaay"-s and "peeeeeeekabo"-s. But just as she considered giving the perky nurse lady a polite smile, she came back to administer 3 (!!!) shots and then puncture her big toe for a blood sample. Thigh, thigh, arm, toe - all in about 3 minutes. Tears and screaming do not even begin to describe it. She screamed and cussed and wished the entire axis of evil on the nurse and all her offspring for all eternity. She did, I heard it!

Turns out she was most upset about the toe. The nurse had put on the bandaid wrong and it came off easily. We drove home with Veronika holding her toe and wailing. I thought of buying her ice cream but she is too young to appreciate that. Veronika, I promise you, I will get you the biggest ice cream there is as soon as you're old enough to know what that means!