After he was measured, the pediatrician came in to check him over. I asked her to check his ears for infection, because he's been pulling on and rubbing one of them, and has been pretty whiney (though that has a lot to do with the fact that one of his molars is cutting through). Sure enough, his left ear is pretty infected, and the right one just has some fluid. His check up went fine, he's healthy and developing great.
The nurse who had started his appointment and did all the measurments, got lots of smiles from Little Man when she came in the first time. The second time, however, she was carrying a scary little white basket full of needles and suringes and bandaids and gloves... he remembered what that ment! He immediately started fussing and climbing up my arm trying to get away from her. The poor little guy had his hemoglobin checked (finger prick and blood squeezed into a tiny tube), and 3 shots - one in each arm and one leg. As soon as it was over he started to calm down and ate his cracker while Mommy snuggled him and told him it was ok. As we were leaving he was smiling again... until we walked past that nurse. He no longer likes her.