Today, I took the kids to the doctor for their 3 and 4 year old checkups and for their preschool physicals. Brady weighed in at 59.1 lbs and is 39 1/4 inches tall. Anabelle weighed in at 38.1 lbs and is 40 1/4 inches tall. Brady weighs a whole 20 pounds heavier and is only 1 inch shorter than Anabelle!! When the nurse was taking Brady's blood pressure, she put on the young kids blood pressure arm band, but as Brady's blood pressure was being taken the velcro broke free. His arm was too big for the little kids arm band, so the nurse had to put on the big kids arm band and that worked! :) They both got their finger pricked for a lead test too. They did great and are two healthy kids! Now they are all ready for preschool! They will even be in the same class so that will be nice.
After the doctor's visit, I took the kids to the store in town, and let me tell you...it was an experience!! I let the kids pick out quite a few snacks and yogurt drinks. Anabelle was an angel, but Brady was a little devil child. I bet the girls at the store are still talking about him! Towards the end of my shopping trip, Brady got stubborn and wouldn't come with me and Anabelle to the cash register, so he stood off to the side. As I was being rung up, Brady took off down an aisle and Anabelle stayed by my side. After I was done being rung up, I left my cart full of groceries at the front of the store and told Anabelle to lets go find Brady.
As soon as Brady saw us coming he took off running, so Anabelle and I finally caught up to him and he wouldn't come with us. So...I picked him up and carried him to the front of the store while carrying my 50 lb purse...not an easy task! As I was leaving the store, I was holding my 59 lb, crying, kicking, three year old AND trying to push my cart full of groceries with one hand. Everyone in the store was probably thinking he was such a little brat (he was then, but he really is a REAL sweetheart!!). A high school boy who worked at the store followed me out and told me that he would take my cart (probably because he saw that I was having a difficult time! :). I was so grateful that he helped me out!
When we got to my car, I got the trunk open and the boy loaded my groceries up while I tried taking care of Brady and calming him down. Yeh...it didn't work! At one point he was laying down on the parking lot and would NOT get up. I had enough. I picked him up, put him in the car and locked the door so he couldn't get back out. I wasn't even able to buckle him in his carseat! It's a good thing that we live just a couple of blocks down the road from the store! I was just glad to get home! He finally calmed down after his favorite cup of strawberry milk and is currently playing, laughing with his sissy and daddy in the living room while I take a break to blog in the family room.
So...forget about all that talk about terrible two's....it's the terrible three's ALL THE WAY!! I have found this with both of my kids and have had friends agree to this through their own experiences!!
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2 comments:
what a visit to the grocery store you had! hee..hee...fun to read about though....:)
your "adventures" always make me giggle....:)
love ya all
60 pounds! I see an NFL Hall of Famer in your future. =)
And I totally agree about the third year being harder than the second. I claim that those that say the Terrible Twos are the worst didn't live to see the Torturous Threes.
Sorry you had such a rough time, but it's nice to know I'm not the only one in town whose child has total meltdowns at Berkots. Our kids' personalities sound so much alike!
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