Today was "Get poked in the leg day" for both the armadillo and sumo baby. The armadillo had his 2 1/2 year appointment. My boys both got their flu shots .. ouch. Poor guy, always hated going to the doctor and today was no exception. He started crying as soon as I asked him to take off his clothes so that they could get his height and weight. My armadillo is such a skinny string bean. He's more long than wide, which is better than being the other way around. The armadillo was able to graduate to the big boy scale. There was no longer the need for him to use the baby scale, but come to think of it, he's too long to even fit on the scale. I'm trying to think of what they used to weigh him at his last appointment but I can't remember. I'm constantly amazed that ever since becoming a mama my memory can barely stretch back a week. Sometimes I even develop the uncanny ability to recall all things imaginary.
But getting back to the doctor's appointment. She told me that the armadillo needs to eat more vegetables. Yikes. I was wondering where that came from. The doctor asked me what he ate, what vegetables, meat, fruit, etc ... I wonder if it's because I didn't ramble off a grocery list of vegetables that she recommended he eat more. Or maybe she could tell that I was lying when I mentioned brocolli. I mean I didn't lie completely. It's just that I put it on his plate, the brocolli that is, and there is no interest. The brocolli stays in the same place it was first laid on until it gets dumped in the trash. I think next time I need to cover it in cheese or ranch dressing to generate some curiosity. She also mentioned more carrots and green beans. Sigh, this means that I need to make trips to the grocery store. Or I'll just pick up a 5lb bag of carrots on our next Costco trip.
I know they say to lead by example but I despise carrots. I'll only eat them if they are practically mush and covered in gravy. Yum.
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