the doctor

At our twelve month check-up, Dr. Willmore checked Ruby's weight, height, developmental skills, and anything else doctors check.

"She's only in the 5th percentile for weight," he told us, "that could be dangerous." And he prescribed a high in fat and protein diet.

"What words is she saying?" he asked.

"Well, she says 'mama' and 'daddy' but but not much else," I said sheepishly.

"Work with her. If by 15 months she's not talking more, we'll need to get her in for speech therapy," he told me.

As any new mom would, I left the doctor's office worried about my beautiful baby girl.

Then we moved to Oregon and got a new doctor - Dr. Lang. Two days ago we went to Ruby's 18 month check-up. When we walked into the office, she seemed like a stern woman. Her long gray hair was pulled up in a bun and she wore no make up. I almost wondered if she would be too stern for my baby (after all, Dr. Willmore always seemed like a jolly man - yet even he could scare me).

She asked about Ruby's speech.
"Well, she really still doesn't say much. She says a few words, babbles constantly, and has said a lot of words once that she hasn't repeated again," as I said it, I was afraid we'd have to start speech therapy.

"Great," was the doctor's only response. I began to relax.

She looked at the charts for weight and height and marked Ruby in the 75th percentile for height and the 8th percentile for weight. I worried she'd make us do even more crazy fattening diets. Yet she said nothing about it. Instead she asked us if we had any concerns.

"Well, our last doctor was really concerned about Ruby being so little weight-wise," Camm explained.

"Listen, there are ENOUGH fat kids in this world. Ruby is nothing to worry about."

I think I'm going to like this doctor.

VOTE HERE PLEASE! I dropped down to being ranked in the fifties now, my goal is the top 25!!

Bathrobed in public

Have you ever played the “one-up” game? You know the one I mean where one person tells a story, then the next person tells a similar story, just a little more interesting. Sometimes the game is played intentionally, but more commonly, the game is unintentional. The other day Camm unintentionally (I think) one-upped me.

I had to go to the doctor for some kind of allergic rash I had all over my body (we’ll talk about that later). While I was in the waiting room trying to keep Ruby entertained, I saw a girl pass by wearing a bathrobe. Now, I’m the sort of person who thinks nothing of running to the store in pajama bottoms, but a bathrobe? That seemed even too extreme for my fashion sense. I chalked it up to the fact that she was probably sick and that was that.

 

When I got home I told Camm and asked him if he has ever gone anywhere in public with a bathrobe on.

That’s where the one-upping game came into play.

Camm: When I was on my mission I was in the parking lot of a Pit BBQ take-out place (this is in TN). All of the sudden I see a man get out of his car and order his pit BBQ in only a bathrobe.

Me: Oh yeah (I am mildly amused)

Camm: Yeah, you wanna see a picture? (my interest suddenly grows)

I’m not sure which is funnier—that Camm saw this guy, or that he took a picture of this guy. Either way, Camm sure one-upped me.

Can anyone one-up Camm?