Sage Went to the Doctor, Roan Went to a Movie

Sage had her 14-15 month well check last week. For some reason they made the appointment for her when she just turned 13 months. Whatever. She’s getting close to 24 pounds. She was in the 75th percentile for height and weight and 90th for her head circumference. Roan went to the appointment and got the doctor to give her a band-aid for her “boo boo.” Said boo boo was a tiny little scratch that was already scabbed over and ready to fall off. Our doctors wonderful attention to the kids is probably why we have to wait for him about 40 minutes every time we have an appointment. Our appointment was for 9:10, how could he be 45 minutes late that early? We always get stuck waiting in the exam room that has very little in it to entertain little kids. After the exam, we went to the “shot room.” That’s Roan’s favorite part if she’s not the one getting shots. They actually call it the playroom. The waiting room is all enclosed and has stuff for the kids to climb on. The whole check up and shots ordeal took almost 2 hours.

Sage is still close to being able to walk on her own. I have no idea when she will actually figure it out. I keep thinking it will be any day now, but she doesn’t do it. Roan saw some commercial for the Barbie Diaries movie and now says she wants the “Barbie Diarrhea” movie for her birthday.

I took her to see “Over the Hedge” yesterday. We had some free movie passes from Christmas. For some reason, Roan got in free, so I still have a pass left. Do I even need to say if the movie was good or not? I don’t think you’d want to see it unless you were watching it with kids. That being said, it wasn’t horrible (the barbie/my little pony dvds). It was fun watching Roan battle the theater chair. Her legs are so short that the chair kept folding up on her. She ate at least half a size small bag of popcorn. We got there a little early and then had to sit through almost 20 minutes of previews. She made it through the whole movie (I almost didn’t). On the way out she kept whining that she wanted to play “a game.” She stopped in front of the arcade. There weren’t really any suitable games in there for her. I don’t think she’d enjoy playing House of the Dead. So, in spite of much complaining, we didn’t stop at the arcade.