Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! Even though I'm not biologically Irish, with a last name like McKeever, I've got to celebrate! Unfortunately I got poop on my green clothes this morning, so I'm back to purple butterflies already.
My other big excitement today was visiting the doctor. I was a pretty happy baby with no idea what was in store for me. When the nurse weighed and measured me I was 10 lbs 5 oz (25%) and 22 3/4 inches (53%). Mommy was surprised how tall I was, but then remembered how many outfits I've gotten too long for in the last few days. My doctor was happy with how I've grown. I have a little head, only at the 5th percentile, but it's not a concern. What is concerning is all the shots I had to get! Now there's an oral rotavirus immunization, too! I'm pretty smart, though. I figured out how to spit it out - blech. The nurse promised that it would still work. Then she proceeded to give me five pokes in the legs. Two were double pokes with another nurse, but that's still one more time getting poked than my brother had at my age. I'm already getting a raw deal by being the little sister. After Mommy picked me up and snuggled me, I was happy again. I even smiled and cooed while she dressed me. And I like the leg bicycle game. So the doctor wasn't all bad, just the shots.