Today is my two-month birthday and we celebrated by going to the doctor. My parents said it was going to be great. They said I'd hear how big I was getting. Well, that was true. But first they had to take my clothes off which made me crabby and cold. After all, it was my naptime and I should've been all snuggled in my bed having a nice sleep. Anyway... the nurse said I was a big boy: 24 3/4 inches (97%), 15 pounds 3 ounces (100%), and my head circumference was 42 cm (90%). These were all the same percentiles as my 2-week visit, so I don't know why they had to do it again. But this visit only got worse. The doctor came in and started poking me and moving my legs around. He stuck something in my mouth, I thought that might be good, but he just took it right back again and started sticking things in my ears. Then Mom snuggled me and I fell asleep, but I wasn't asleep long before she laid me down and held my arms while two nurses stuck something in my legs. That stung enough to bring tears to my eyes! When it was all over Daddy gave me some of that yummy Tylenol that I like so much and Mommy snuggled me back to sleep. Tonight I hear I'll get some more Tylenol and I'll get to snuggle with Grandma Barb and maybe even Auntie Dawn while Mom and Dad are gone, so there's still hope for my two-month birthday.