As luck would have it, just as I am obsessing about my children’s development, the pediatrician’s office calls to remind me of a Well Baby visit. Its a good thing they always call the day before or we would never make our appointments.
Our visit – for V’s 15 month check-up – is with my favorite doctor, Dr. C. I just love her. She is just so warm and engaging. S was around two when we switched to this practice. She had been screaming at every visit with the former practice and our first visit with this office had her giggling and smiling. We got Dr. C that first time and it has been a pure love (albeit one-sided) affair ever since.
Today, Dr. C is chatting up S while watching Miss V and I interact. Little V is all smiles, kicking her legs on the table to hear the paper crunch. She gets bored with that and rolls over, on to her stomach, to climb off the table. Never mind that it is about 3.5 feet off the ground, she is going to try it anyway. Dr. C is very impressed. I tell her that V was going up and down stairs before she could walk, that I removed the staircase barricades because she was climbing over or moving them aside to get to the stairs. Apparently this is not typical 15 month behavior.
I express my concern for V’s fine motor skill development, citing the Busy Poppin’ Pals toy issue. Dr. C tells me that if V can do the key turn button – the most difficult motion required by this toy – that she is well capable of doing the others. It is more likely that V is just bored by these age-appropriate learning toys. Can she pick up tiny objects and manipulate them? Well, sure. She gets into my make-up case all of the time. Works the zipper and everything.
As we further discuss V’s abilities and personality I learn that Dr. C has sized up Miss V quite well: looks innocent and delicate but is really quite tough. I remark that the way the two girls tussle already it is like having two boys, only shrieker. S takes things away from V and V takes them back. No matter that she is twelve pounds and about a foot shorter. V will not be pushed around – not without pushing back. She’s been sporting a prize fighter look since taking a header into the kiddie wheelbarrow last weekend, when we were out playing in the snow. A double cut under one eye, and a bit of a bruise to go with it. It was the first of three spills she took outside that morning and while she cried for a while with this one she did not want to go inside. It wasn’t until much later when we went inside – against her will and after she fell twice more – that I saw the cuts.
Dr. C advises me that my biggest problem with V will be keeping her from getting hurt.
I have my work cut out for me.