N had his 4 year checkup today. The appointment went well until the end, when he had to have three shots. He had been fixated the whole time on whether or not he was going to have to have a shot, and the bad news was that he had to have three. He literally screeched for 20 minutes afterwards, including the walk out of the office, the elevator ride, and the drive home. Poor boy. The only thing that distracted him was A telling him a story about the alphabet over the phone.

The good news is that everything else was fine. He is 40 pounds and 41 inches, and he is now 82nd percentile for height and 81st for weight (or something very close to that). We had a good talk with him about eating more fruits and vegetables ("That's the funny thing, Nate, you don't have to LIKE them, you just have to eat them."). We checked out a few moles – all fine – and got the recommendation to let N pee outside standing up so that he gets used to peeing somewhere other than his bathroom. N kept telling me, "Ask him about sunblock." but there was nothing to ask about sunblock. It's important and we use it.

N has been walking around like an old man for the rest of the day because his poor thighs are sore from the shots.

In other news, M and A had lunch with Grandma Sandy at Guapo's and the National League lost the All-Star game. My friend Andrew says, "Looks like games 3,4 and 5 will be at Nats Park." To which I said, "Dayenu".