A New Day

I'm sorry I brought so many people to tears in my Friday post.  Today was better on many fronts. I picked up Duncan early for his doctor's appointment, and when I got there, he was dry and still wearing the same pants and underwear he was wearing when he left the house.  He also ate a little bit better.  We have this great lunchbox, but we've never used the individual containers because they don't all have lids, and his lunch was supposed to be removed and stored in the fridge (in which there is not room for his cool little bento box).  We thought today would be a good day to try it because the novelty might be enough to get him through lunch.  In addition, ever since he stopped eating baby food, we've been sending in a very balanced lunch of leftovers, which were healthy but required utensils.  We thought that this week, with "new" bento box in tow, he might be more successful with finger foods.  With the all the new experiences he's going through in the pre-school, maybe it will be more effective if he doesn't have to think about how to use a fork.  He didn't eat like moose, but he ate more than Friday, so that's a start.  (Oh, and did I mention that we bought a sandwich cutter so he can have dinosaur sandwiches?)

Today's issue of debate was that he was in the middle of watching a movie when I arrived; and it was not just ANY movie, but a dinosaur movie.  In fact, I think it was Land Before Time, which he has been trying to convince Nana to let him watch for months.  I got the silent treatment until midway through his doctor's appointment, and so did the nurse and doctor.  In the end, Dr. Gray-Clarke was able to pull him out of his funk.  In fact, she managed to transform sullen Duncan into hyperactive Duncan; at one point, he escaped the examining room and ran down the hall, into and through the office, and into the nurses' and receptionists' break room.

Through all the drama and moodiness of today, Duncan did get a clean bill of health from Dr. Gray-Clarke.  He's up to 37 inches tall, which falls at the 50th percentile, so he may have a chance at being taller than Jamie and me.  His weight was also up to the 50th percentile at 31.2 pounds, so I can stop worrying quite so much about lunch.  She was pleased with his pulse and blood pressure as well as with his gross and fine motor development and  his language skills. She refused to entertain any discussion about attentional issues (and rightly so), but that was before the escape plot was hatched.  

It may have been rainy and cold, but Monday was hopeful.