I took Ally for her 3 year checkup on Monday. 36.5 inches tall. 34 pounds. No shots! Then I decided that wasn't good enough and asked them for a flu shot. I'm terrible. I had discussed with her ahead of time that she was gong to get a shot and it would hurt a little, but when she was done she'd get a sucker and sticker. Everytime she saw someone new (the receptionist, the nurse, the doctor, the doctor again after interupting the exam to go potty, the nurse again when she came back to give her a shot) she made sure to tell them she didn't want a shot. We told her it wasn't time yet and she went on about her business. But when she got the shot? She screamed! You would have thought I was pulling out her fingernails. She sobbed. "I didn't want a shot! You gave me a shot and I didn't want a shot! It hurts! I didn't want a shot!" She got a sucker and it helped a little. She didn't really stop crying though until I showed her all the stickers and she got to pick one out. When she went to bed that night, she was laying in bed and I had gone back upstairs. I heard her yelling. Rob checked on her and told me that she was yelling because there was a sticker on her arm. It was the band-aid over the shot.
The rest of the checkup went pretty good. The Dr asked Ally a bunch of questions, some of which she actually deigned to answer. He asked if she could count to 5 and said 1. Ally stared at him blankly. So I wispered in her ear "3?" So she disagreed with me and told me I was wrong, cause she can't pass up an opportunity to do that. She then counted the rest of the way to 5. He asked her what color his shirt was (red). What color my shirt was (blue). What color his shoes were (I don't know). They were black. She knows that. She just thought she was being funny. So I asked her what color mine were. She said "the same as his". He accepted that answer as good enough. He asked how old she was (I'm 3 (fwee) years old!) Then he asked if she is a boy or a girl. (No, I'm 3 (fwee) years old!) So I asked "is Mommy a boy?" and she said "No, you're a girl". It was here that the dr decided he had asked enough questions. And he commented on her stubbornness. All in all it went well. It took forever, because she had to pee twice, but oh well. She hasn't had an "accident" for over a week now. Hooray.