Mom took me to the doctor today. I really wasn't in the mood and I didn't want to go in the back and sit in a room with Mom. I wanted to play with the toys in the waiting room and watch some older boys play rock, paper, scissors. They were really funny.
First I got measured and weighed. I am tall (75th%ile at 34.5 inches) and skinny (less than 5th%ile at 23 lbs). Mom says I should be at least as tall as Grandpa and maybe if I eat healthy, I can be as tall as Dad.
Apparently I am showing signs of frustration with my slow verbal progress. I lash out because I can't talk and I don't want to do signs anymore. I want to talk. But Mom pointed out that I have to try and I don't do that much. (Maybe a perfectionist...who won't try unless it comes out right.) The doctor said she wanted to see some big changes soon, or we should talk about speech therapy. She said it is just like exercise. Mom said we don't need to worry yet, but I do have a feeling I am going to get asked to try to use words a lot more often. Oh boy, oh boy!
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Dear Ben,
I wonder where they come up with these so-called "percentiles." My doctor said this week that I was 90th in height and 25th in weight and that I needed to eat more. I think my weight is just fine, thank you. A doctor shouldn't be probing into private affairs like a girl's weight anyway. My mom and dad stuff me too full as it is, and besides, eating is boring. It's more fun to play with my dad; that's what I always try to do whenever they make me eat.
Love,
Meredith
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