Yet again, we show up on time (Nay! Even early!) and are made to wait and wait and wait. Strangely enough, at the dentist's office, we showed up and after I grumped at the staff at the lack of an elevator to haul my twins and gear up to the second floor (No, really, I was pissed! What about the ADA laws?), I barely had time to seat my kiester into a chair before the tech showed up to get me for my cleaning. It was fast and efficient service. I was frankly amazed. They also didn't ask me the same questions that I had already filled out on the forms they requested, either.
Not so at the doctor's office.
How hard is it to print up that form, or get a screen shot or something from their files that answer all of the same questions we're asked at every single visit. Phone number? Any pets at home? Any other children? We've already answered these questions eight meeeel-yon times and considering that we were just here two months ago I shouldn't have to answer those questions again.
Call me crazy, but since all that data is already in their files and they're holding the file, I shouldn't have to waste my time, and theirs, answering questions to which they already have the answers.
Here Ends the Inefficient Doctor's Office Rant.
The twins are healthy and happy and progressing well on the growth and development charts. Even though I keep worrying (a little) about Logan being small, he's healthy and is following his own growth curve. The doc is completely unfazed or worried. It's just because Eric and I are such taaaaall people (Disclaimer: we're both under 5'7".) that I wonder why Logan is so teeny.
Looking at the twins, you'd think that Emma weighed more, but it's all a cheeky illusion. When we weighed them both, Emma tried to pull a fast one on us. I had left her in her diaper, which was slightly wet, and weighed Logan without his diaper because his was very wet. Since Logan (Read: Eric) was grumping that Emma always weighed more than he did, I decided to remove her diaper and weigh her again.
She does outweigh him. By one ounce.
Which might have been due to the fact that she had just nursed right before I weighed her again.
- Height: 25" 25th-50th
- Weight: 14 lbs 15 oz 25th-30th
- Head: 16 1/2" 50th
- Height: 25" 5th-10th
- Weight: 14 lbs 14 oz 10th
- Head: 17 1/4" 50th-75th
It's a funny measurement because his head doesn't look big. I think we've discovered the Cheeky Visual Distortion Effect. If you have big cheeky cheeks like Emma, one assumes your head is larger. However, this is not necessarily the case. Logan may just have a Stealth Noggin.
After checking out his eczema and admiring their growth, the doctor pronounced them both fit as a fiddle (Really, how fit are fiddles anyway?) and left. The nurse was then left with the decidedly unpleasant needle pokey part.
Then the SCREAMING and the CRYING and eventually it was all over.
I hate needles. I hate watching my babies get shots. Eric is in charge of the holding-during-shots part and I take over the nursing and cuddling of screaming, red, pissed off babies part. Fun for the whole family!
Fortunately, they forgave us soon enough and we went gallumphing home.
Whereupon it occurred to me that Emma and Logan still don't equal one Oliver. Good thing I just whipped up some carrots and sweet potato to go with those peas. Eat up, twins!
By the way, today is the very last day you can vote for Emma in the photo contest (We're currently tied for 3rd place!). Clicky!
Updated to add: Logan snarfed down the sweet potatoes, while Emma had barely a taste and decided that she'd had enough. Clearly it's up to Logan to close the distance in baby weight. Emma says she's happy sticking with breastmilk.
Also, why do I find myself making eating faces while feeding babies? And saying "Yompf!" as Logan snarfs up another spoonful? This feeding behavior thing is weird. Is it just me?