I'm guessing there are times where all parents decide it's
just easier to let their kid do whatever it is they want to rather than trying
to stop them. Within reason, I mean. Imagine if your kid wakes up in the
morning and says, "I don't want to go to school anymore. I think I'll rob
a bank today instead." Most parents are going to react to that statement
in a less-than-ecstatic manner (Unless they really want to retire, I guess).
I bring this up because I just went through one of those
times when it was easier (and much cuter) to finally just give Ellie what she
wanted rather than continuing to engage in some form of strict parenting.
Friday marked Ellie's fifteen-month checkup and to tell the
truth, Bethany and I had been anticipating this exam for quite some time. As
people who have followed Ellie's life will surely know, ample weight gain has
been a problem for her. I'm just spitballing here, but could the reason for
that possibly be that both of her parents are relatively skinny people? Just a
thought.
Back on topic, Bethany and I have worked hard to make
certain Ellie is healthy and growing in the way she should be. We've
essentially been allowed her to eat until she's borderline miserable at dinner.
Don't worry though as the food's still healthy! Not only does she have all of
the food she can manage, but just like at Bethany's work, Ellie essentially has
an all-you-can-drink milk bar at her disposal. The only problem is that the
gallon jug does eventually go empty.
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| I wasn't lying about the milk bar... |
I will say that I did have some worries plaguing me as we headed
towards the doctor's office. It didn't so much have to do with the doctor
appointment. Instead, it had more to do with the fact that Ellie refused a
morning nap until 9:00 am, which I sadly had to wake her up from for a 10:00 am
doctor's appointment.
Once we arrived, I checked in and played with Ellie in the
waiting room until we were finally escorted back to the exam room by our nurse.
At this point, I realized we were likely in for a successful appointment as the
nurse enthusiastically said, "Wow, she's gotten really big since we last
saw her!" Her statement was confirmed after I stripped Ellie down to her
diaper for her weigh-in and height measurement; 19.775 pounds and 30 inches
long.
Following the weigh-in, I put Ellie's diaper back on and
headed back to the exam room to wait on the doctor. Of course, as any sane
person knows, this is always the longest part of any doctor visit. It didn't
take long before Ellie began getting bored and antsy while waiting on our
doctor to arrive. Despite the presence of several toys I had brought, there was
only one thing in the room that she wanted; her pair of pink and teal tennis
shoes. As time went on, Ellie began to become more and more insistent that she
have her shoes right then and there. Finally, I gave in and placed the shoes on
her sockless feet so that she could trot back and forth across the tiny exam room.
About this time, our doctor walks in with my daughter traipsing across the exam room in nothing but a diaper and her pair of
shoes. Ellie gazed up at him with a big inviting smile on her face to which he
could only reply, "Nice shoes." With that, I sat Ellie back on my lap
and we proceeded on with a relatively uneventful exam.
You know, outside of when I had to forcibly hold my daughter
in place so the doctor could look in her ears. Or when she received her two
shots for the day. Those parts were far, far, far from uneventful. #DaddyWrite
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