I had my big check-up the other day-- 3 years or 100,000 miles, whichever comes first. The doctor probed all of my major orfices (ok, not ALL) and jiggled my belly, which tickled. You'll be happy to know that I now weigh in at a whopping 26 pounds. I think I technically should still be facing backwards in my car seat and wearing size-three Pampers based on that figure. Luckily, I more than make up for it in spunk and constant verbal banter. Seriously, I do not shut up anymore. No joke.

My appointment inspired me to start playing doctor with my neighbor Rachel down the street. I've learned pretty quickly on my own, and Rachel is now scheduled for a bunion-removal operation this Saturday. I just need to get to work sharpening my Fisher-Price scissors.