Doctor, Doctor!

Yesterday Nathan had his one year Well Baby appointment. It turns out he is healthy, which I suspected.

I rarely have anything real to talk to the doctor about during these checkups. I'm usually just fishing around, trying to get her to tell me my kids are normal and don't have an extra limb anywhere I have missed. But this time I DID have a few things I needed to talk to her about.

And it was difficult. Not because it was hard to find the words, but because NIcholas LOVES the doctor, and even though it wasn't his appointment, he chattered on and on, talking about his Grandparents, his dog, how we were supposed to have cupcakes, how we went to Grammy's, how they have toys at his school, and he had this nightmare about this statue, and how he fell and hit Nathan and Nate is hurt - see Nate's boo boo?

The doctor was very good about talking to Nick and telling him the names of all the complicated instruments, which I won't mention here mostly because I don't know how to spell them and can't even find them in the dictionary. She asked is Nate was saying words, and I said a couple, but he was on his way, and he also sings. Nate obligingly leaped into his rendition of Bob The Builder (DAA da Da DA! DA! Da! DAAAA!)

Anyway, the Night Terror thing is "normal" enough for there to be a "Night Terror" box or the one-year check-up sheet. She said Nate was getting them earlier than most, but it shouldn't be anything to worry about. She compared it to sleepwalking and sleep talking, saying he will probably grow out of it, but we could only wait and see. We just have to let him cry and scream when he cries and screams, and not wake him up.

Of course, now that I've mentioned it, it will probably never happen again.