3 year check-up

I took Cole to the doctor today for his 3 year well check-up.

It hit me all at once, again, that he is no longer a baby. We walked in the back and they got his weight and height. He was 35 1/2 pounds and 39 inches tall. That puts him in the 80%. Then, they sat him down, checked his blood pressure, pricked his finger to check his iron level and cholesterol, and made him pee in a cup!! Whew, I was like, he's not an adult!!! This is what they do to me when I go to the doctor! Cole, of course, thought it was major fun to pee in a cup (boys!) and did great when he got his finger pricked. He wasn't too sure what the nurse was doing with the blood pressure cup, but he took it like a champ! I just kind of sat back and took it all in. He was such a big boy. I felt like he was all grown up, especially when they said they wanted to check his cholesterol. This just cracked me up. I mean, I guess young kids can have problems with their cholesterol, but this is the kind of stuff my parents talk about when they have doctors appointments!! (No offensive, Mom and Dad! Love you guys!)

So, he also received an A+ along with his sister last week. The pediatrician said Cole was a big boy and he thinks that will continue. Whenever we go out, people always think Cole is at least 4 because of his height. So, maybe he'll play basketball or something. But he does love football, so who knows?!

Cole really loves to be outside, and with all the toys he got for his birthday, he wants to be out there even more. I really needed to feed Raleigh and cook dinner this evening, so I let go and let him be a 3 year old. He went in the backyard, by himself, and played with his soccer goal, rocket launcher and golf set. He was a little confused at first because I always fuss at him if he tries to sneak out the back door alone, but I reassured him it was okay. I, of course, watched him out the kitchen window the entire time, but at least I let go a little and let him be a boy. He kept coming to the back door to say hey and tell me he loved me, and then off again he'd go. I made pancakes for dinner (Carrie, you'd be proud, they were made from scratch!!!). He was thrilled because that is one of his favorite foods. He and I were eating them hot off the griddle; I forgot how much I too loved pancakes; they were great! He kept saying, "MMM, Mommy, these are good! Thanks for making me pancakes, I love you!" How precious is that?! I love that boy!

Eric and I will be celebrating our 5th anniversary on Friday! Can you believe that? I am so excited. We can't really go away this year since I am nursing Raleigh, so he has dinner plans made for us. I can't wait. He works so much, so it will be nice to spend some time with my man and just relax. Maybe even make us another little Michelin.

Just kidding, Mom. :)