Stats at Six

Today I went to my six-year well visit at the doctor's office. For the most part, it was an uneventful trip. We didn't learn much we didn't already know, except that a bump on my knee that Mom thought was a skinned knee is actually a fire ant bite. I bravely sat on the table while the doctor let some of the goo out of it. He said it'll help it heal faster.

While we were there we learned I am 3 feet 9.5 inches tall.  I was sure the nurse who measured me was wrong because I've been telling everyone for the last month that I'm 3'10.5", and Mom pointed that out to her and she measured me again. Anyway, that 3'9.5" is good for 55th percentile! Amazing! I weighed in at 47 pounds, good for 60th percentile.

When the nurse was checking me out in the beginning of the appointment, she told me she wanted to see if I could do some things like hop on one foot, and she wanted to ask me some questions. She asked if that was okay. I said, "Yes, but first I want to ask YOU some questions." She smiled and said okay and I told her, "I've been getting a lot of injuries lately. What are they?" And I showed her my scratched up knee. Mom thought that was pretty funny.

You can see my latest growth chart on the right side of the blog or by looking here.