picture tag

Occasionally someone tags me for one these fun little blog things. I get tagged less and less, likely because I never do them. I always have good intentions, but I barely get around to updating the blog with what's going on in our life, much less a tag. But Sara tagged me with a photo tag that seemed very easy and fun. And I do love pictures. So, the tag said, I think, to find your fourth photo in your fourth photo. So with my folders sorted as they were, by name, this is my photo:




Luke in the bubble bath a couple of weeks ago. Seeing pig and elephant perched there on the edge of the tub reminds me that Luke is doing some great pretending with toys lately. I hear little conversations between toys quite a bit. We've practiced this a lot, and now he's doing it some independently. Sometimes I hear him use lines from videos, but he changes up the words, names, etc. And sometimes it's totally all his language. It's a sweet sound to hear.



So, then I sorted my folders by date and found the fourth folder. This was actually the sixth photo, but I'm going to cheat and share it.


It's a little blurry. Luke was around two months old. Some friends from Macon were visiting and took this picture. Lamar was leaving and saying bye to Luke. Truly, I am never nostalgic for Luke's infancy. Luke was a sweet baby, but very demanding. I love having a preschooler who can communicate with me. Honestly, I think the underlying issue for me is that Luke spent over three years with very limited ability and it seemed little desire to communicate with us. And I never want to go back there. But, all that said, seeing this photo reminded me what a sweet baby he was and for once a bit sad that babyhood slipped away.




We took Luke for his 4 year old checkup on Monday. We didn't do a well-check at three. Lamar and I were both feeling guilty about that, and then we kept running into our doctor at a local restaurant and we were just sure he knew what slackers we were. Luke's been very healthy and we haven't needed a sick visit since he was 2 1/2. But I just had knots in my stomach before we went. I wasn't really embarrassed. I guess it was just having Luke back in a doctor's office after all the appointments where we were trying to determine what was wrong. Just lots of stressful memories.




The appointment went great and the pediatrician was very impressed with Luke's progress. And he said that at the 3 year old appointment it's all a developmental check, and we were up to our eyeballs in developmental stuff, so he would have told us to skip it if we asked. Anyway, I was really proud of Luke. He tolerated the weight and height check. Standing on the wobbly scale has been hard in the past. He allowed the nurse to check his blood pressure and even did the finger prick with minimal fussing.

I was glad to see the doctor and nurse really looked to me as to what Luke could tolerate and how to approach him. I don't remember that from our visits and younger ages, but then I probably didn't jump in and take the lead then either. A lot of water under the bridge since then. Like I told the nurse we'd do the finger prick at the end of the visit only if I thought he could handle it, and everyone was fine with that.




When we first arrived at the doctor's office, Luke ran over to this school bus toy on the sick side and announced, "Mommy, that's wet!" I wondered if that would come back to haunt us. Well, yesterday he came home from school with a rash on his tummy, back and face. So we ended up back at the doctor yesterday afternoon and are now treating what we think is a strep rash. The doctor told me when patients haven't been in in a long time they spray them with a little something on their way out so they'll be back.




After the doctor saw us yesterday on trip #2 this week, we waited for the nurse to come in for the throat swab. Luke asked to leave and I said we had to wait for the nurse and he said, "No nurse. No get your finger." When she came in he said to her, "All done getting your finger." Not the the throat swab was better, but it was faster. He blew her a kiss when we left. Was she that good, or was he just thrilled to be leaving? We walked by the measuring spot our on way out and he said, "I stand right there!" I love his running commentary.




On our way home from the second trip to the doctor this week, we stopped at Walgreen's to get our ammoxicillan. Luke stood at the pharmacy performing in the TV/security camera. "I clap my hands to the music!" As I paid for the medicine the pharmacist said, "Boy, I sure hope you get to feeling better." As we left Luke announced, "Bye everyone!"




He's got a cough today and is a little fussier, and is competing with me for computer time. Thanks for checking in despite my infrequent posting.