Lottie had her two-year-old check-up this morning approximately two weeks late. Close enough. She didn't need any shots anyway, so it's all cool, yeah?
Jim was delighted to be the old hand and tell Lottie what was going on every step of the way.
Important statistics to note: Lottie is now 32" tall, which puts her in the 7th percentile still, but she has grown to 25lb 2oz, which boosts her to the 28th percentile! I credit peanut butter almost exclusively.
Waiting for the doctor.
Basically, Lottie did great. The doctor was very impressed with her speech. Apparently, kids her age should be able to put two words together. For example, "red ball" or "drink water." Lottie, on the other hand, was wandering around pointing at stuff and going, "Can you read me another book, Mommyyyyy? I want the book with the BABY on it, Mommyyyyyy. No, the other book, please, with the blue baby doll, Mommyyyyyy." He said her speech clarity was really good and he couldn't believe how long, complex, and grammatically accurate her sentences are.
Not much for funny cats, typically, but this is very accurate.
As far as the exam itself, she was very cooperative. She appears fine in all respects, and she didn't even cry when they pricked her finger. Actually, Jim was much more concerned. He kept asking, "Mom, why they gonna hurt my baby sister?" Fortunately, she didn't seem to take it to heart.