Small Toddler; Big Baby

This week has been, and is, chock full of dr. appointments: Even Scooter has his yearly wellness exam tomorrow!  Jerry happens to be the only one in this family who somehow avoided a check up this week.  Hmmmmm....

Assuming you're not riveted by the results of Scooter fecal test, here's the low-down on Norah and I's appointments:

Norah:
Had her 21 month check up yesterday, and she is healthy and developmentally on track in every aspect.  The one interesting anecdote from the visit is that her height measurement revealed that her growth has slowed, and she only grew half an inch in the past 3 months.  No big deal, but the doctor approached the subject of her height as if he were hedging around bad news:

"She probably won't be very tall," he said.  "She's now in the 40th percentile for height and she's only estimated to be a 5'4" adult."

Me: "5'4" sounds pretty good to me!"

He kinda let out a chuckle of semi-relief (do parents really care that much how tall their kid is that they might get riled up over such a thing?) and said:  "That's good that you're realistic about it."

Me: "I don't understand genetics that well [how, for instance, has she ended up with blond hair and blue eyes?], but I do get that my genetics play a 50% role here, and not only am I short, but my whole family is short.  So, even though my husband is of average height, I never expected her to be tall."

Short of strapping her to a medeival stretching machine, height is not something we can control, so why would I concern myself with that?  I have other things on my plate, like getting her to not pinch the dog.

Now, on the other end of the spectrum, I had my 36 week check up this morning, with an accompanying ultrasound so that the dr. could get a guesstimate on Caleb's potential size.

Me:
The lowdown is that the u/s estimated Caleb's current weight to be at least 7lbs, which means if he goes to 40 weeks, they estimate his birth weight at close to 9 lbs.

Emphasis here on "estimate."  Both the dr. and the u/s tech called it more of an educated guess, and the dr. isn't concerned about him being too big for me to naturally deliver.  I'm glad she's relaxed; I thought I was gonna have to defend a recommended induction or planned c-section, but she didn't bring either subject up.  Good.

The u/s over-estimated Norah's birth weight by more than a pound, so I don't really trust it to be accurate.  I bet he's healthy and hearty in size at birth, but no more than I can handle.

The other fun u/s stuff was that we got a good look at hs face, and even in utero, he looks like a cutie!  Maybe he will even have the same chubby cheeks as Norah.  We also got re-confirmation of his boy parts -- he must like showing 'em off, cuz they were easy to spot once again.  And, she showed me the left foot of his that keeps jamming me in the rib cage.  I don't know why I was delighted by that; by feel, I can tell it's his foot, but for some reason, seeing his foot kicking me in the ribs on the u/s just seemed funny.

Anyhoo, that's all the dr. news for now.  I'm sure the vet is gonna tell me that Scooter is a fatty-fatty-two-by-four at his check up tomorrow (that chunk-la-funk is constantly stealing food from Norah -- what dog eats carrots?  Scooter.  but, only because Norah is eating them).