The Boys' Check-ups

So, I finally got Hunter and Tanner in for their checkups (only about a month and a half late, but I'd say that's impressive considering the cooperation their sister has been giving me lately). Anyway, it was Hunter's 3 year check-up and Tanner's 18 month. Here's the stats.....although I don't have percentiles because the nurse said she'd write the info. down for me and didn't.....oops. Anyway......

HUNTER:Height: 38 inches
Weight: 31 pounds

TANNER:

Height: 34 1/2 inches

Weight: 25 1/2 pounds

Does anyone else find their closeness in height and weight at all disturbing? I guess that explains why Tanner is beginning to pound Hunter mercilessly (not that the payback isn't deserved, but still......) Anyway, I can't remember the percentiles, but they were all pretty average (around 50 percent) except Tanner's height and Hunter's weight. Tanner's going to be pretty tall apparently (and here I thought his stalkiness was his defining feature.....ha ha ha) and Hunter's pretty low in the weight category (but if anyone saw Kyle as a child, that would make perfect sense).

Everything else looked good. I was sure the doctor would ask about the bruise on Tanner's head (because they always do with that "I'm going to call CPS if you don't have a good explanation for this" look in their eye), but since he was doing his trademarked football stance, run, and tackle while I was holding Hunter for something else, I'm pretty sure the explanation for any and all injuries became overwhelmingly self-explanatory. The doctor started quzzing Hunter about what he liked to eat (which I'm positive was another secret check to see whether my children should be removed from my home) and after his "licorice" and "donuts" answers she just gave up. Their shots were the greatest adventure of all. We did Hunter's first because otherwise they never would've gotten to do them if he'd have known what was coming. He bawled, of course.....until she told him he could have a sucker and a sticker. The water works instantly stopped, imagine that. He then informed her that he needed two suckers and two stickers because she gave him two shots. I was mortified by my weasel of a child, but she thought it was funny and was very obliging. He then proceeded to explain to her that he could only have the red ones because he was allergic to yellow 5. He was absolutely right, but this poor nurse seemed unbelievably amused by my child that speaks as if he's eight, not three. She was then in for the shock of her life while attempting to give "little" Tanner four shots. I was holding his arms, per her request, and she said she'd hold his legs while doing his shots. I'm pretty sure he nearly kicked her across the room. She was only through one shot and already was mumbling, "Gosh, he's strong!" (Ummm, yeah, I know). She couldn't really contain him very well. His fourth shot actually left quite the bruise because he was fighting so hard. She was stunned.....especially when the crying instantly stopped upon completion of number four and he began to glare at her. Then, he just reached his hand out towards the suckers, as if to imply that she owed him. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, welcome to a day in the life at the Huwe house.

Anyway, I sure love my boys! Time seems to fly too fast and they both seem to be way too big. I always tell Hunter to stop getting big so he can be my baby forever. He just laughs and informs me that he's going to be way bigger than me. That's probably true, but I don't even want to imagine that.