Daddy Nerd post alert... just blabbing about how cool my kid is

I was just reading old Blog posts.. it is amazing how fast those old posts seem to be about someone so much younger than my little man.

We went to the doctor the other day for his three year old check up. He passed the 4 yr old vision test (whew) and is officially doing great. He is in the 70 percentile for height, but only in the teens for weight, so his BMI is 0.00 something, if BMI could be negative I think it would have been. But he is healthy, just tall and skinny (I'm a little jealous). I love how well his mind works. He knows doctors, he doesn't like doctors or hospitals, he knows all too well. While back in Michigan in fact we went to the hospital to visit my cousin's newborn preemie. While we were walking through the parking garage someone mentioned "this way to the hospital" and he stopped dead in his tracks, got a panicked look on his face and had too many things to say to get them out all at once. I got to kneel down next to him and simply explain exactly what was going on. And he got it, he was fine, had a good ol' time.

This time he didn't want to go to the doctor, and we explained that we had to anyway. We explained that we got to go thank the nice doctor who helped us so much when he was born, etc. While we were there the doctor started to play games with his stethoscope he has developed over the years so kids wouldn't be scared. But Greydon knew what it was, ("tedacope") what it did, wasn't bothered at all. He opened his mouth, showed his eyes and his ears, all very mature and so brave. We made sure to not promise "no shots", good thing. At the last second they had one on the list.. dangit.

I took him in my lap, and decided to be honest again. I told him that we had to have a shot, that they were going to poke him, that it was going to hurt, and that he was going to cry, but that it was medicine to keep him healthy. And he said ok, and moved his leg over to the nurse so she could prep it.. so awesome. Now, he cried big time, I wont lie, it shocked him as it hurt him so much, which just sucks. But pretty quick we were able to tell him how great he did and he got pretty interested in his cool new blue camo band aid. Later we called Grandma B and he told her that he went to the doctor and was brave and cried. It was so cute. He was fascinated that Kristen and I both talked about crying sometimes too, especially when we get hurt, or poked.

(why yes, I am rambling.)

Earlier I mentioned singing and dancing.. dang, it just keeps getting better, and I'm sorry if I sound silly, but he is actually pretty darn good. We love "So You Think You Can Dance." He does some jumping around of course, but he changes it up, mimics the movement, knows that slow songs have big slow movements, fast songs don't, swings involve kicking your feet a lot, hip hop.. looks like hip hop, really!, even with the crossed arms on the chest thing. He wants us to dance right next to and with him, he normallyhates being held upside down, unless it is part of a dance move, I picked him up last night and did a spinny lift, and he held his legs in this really cool artsy back bend thing, it was great. We are totally signing him up for a dance class that starts this fall, he's going to LOVE IT!