Four year checkup

Jack had his four year physical this morning.  It was kind of neat because there were some new things.  Like, for example, they gave him an eye test.  He had to say what the pictures were on the eye chart and then he had to do it from far away and while covering an eye.  Jack was none too pleased about being at the doctor's office, so at first he wouldn't cooperate and talk to the nurse.  I thought, oh geez, if he refuses to talk what are they going to write down about his development?  I had visions of speech therapy and other unnecessary things.  Luckily (or not so), there was a giant bug that came out of nowhere on the floor.  I screamed and Jack laughed.  The nurse squashed it and that was enough to lighten the mood and make Jack forget he was in the middle of a power struggle with us.  He did just fine on the eye test.

This appointment was a combination physical and asthma assessment.  Essentially, he hasn't been using his inhaler for more than a year and he hasn't shown any symptoms of asthma in a really long time.  My opinion is that he's grown out of it.  His doctor tended to agree and she changed his diagnosis to the lowest level "intermittent asthma."  We'll reevaluate next year and if he's still not having symptoms, she'll remove the diagnosis all together.

He seemed to be on par in all other aspects of his development.  He weighed 34.2 pounds and was 40 inches tall.  This put in him the 32nd percentile for weight and 38th for height.  I guess he's still a little guy.  The hard part came when the doctor said he was due for four vaccines plus the flu shot.  I wasn't prepared for this.  A flu shot?  Really, already?  For some reason, I thought he was caught up on vaccines and I didn't even bring my shot record.  She said we could do it this year or next, as long as it's done by the time he's six.  I really didn't want to do it now, but I knew I really wouldn't want to do it next year either, so we did it today.  Poor guy.  We took pity on him and took him to breakfast at Tim Horton's when it was all over because nothing makes you feel better like a carton full of Timbits.

See?  You can't even tell he just got 5 shots.  Timbits are just that good.