The Real Doctor
Growing up, my dad (a M.D.) was never as sympathetic towards our aches and pains as we would have liked him to be. I'd say something like..."my foot hurts when I move it." He'd reply "well don't move your foot." Not the answer I was looking for.
Once my sister asked my mom "what will happen if we get real sick and have to go to a real doctor?"
Well, that's what Stephen did today...went to his real doctor. Thankfully not because he was sick...just his two month check up to see our pediatrician here in Montgomery. He now weighs 12lbs 12 oz. He's so heavy. He's becoming really expressive too.