Update from Jacksonville

In the midst of Jeremy's broken elbow crisis yesterday, I was busy taking Jackson to the doctor for his 3 year checkup. I always schedule the first appointment of the morning and yesterday was no exception. We got there and after a few minutes we went back to see the nurse. I LOVE Jackson's pediatrician, but the nurse is a complete flake. She's one of those people that you never think she's listening to everything you say and in the midst of her never-ending "does he do this now?" questions you could say, "Jackson turned into a purple hippo the other day, but it didn't last for long" and she would just nod and smile and leave the room.

And because I may forget to write this down in a Jackson's baby book, he is now 37 1/4 inches tall and weighs 32.8 pounds. He has grown 4 inches and gained 4 pounds in a year.

Anyways, the flaky nurse asked if Jackson was potty trained and I was so happy to be able to say yes. She then asked if I thought Jackson would be willing to give a urine sample since they have never gotten one before. I didn't think it would be a problem so I took Jackson down the hall into the bathroom and told him that he needed to potty into the cup for the doctor.

You would have thought that he had died and gone to Heaven when he realized that he was about to tee-tee in a cup. He grinned like a Cheshire cat the entire time he was filling that cup up.

When he got done finished doing his business, I sat the cup on the counter and started helping him get his clothes back up. As I was washing my hands he looked at the cup then looked up at me and said, "Momma, we're not supposed to drink that!"

Truer words have never been spoken....

And yes, Jackson wanted to tee-tee in a cup again this morning, and no, it's not gonna happen in my house!