Tag: PoPo

Snip! Snip! My First Haircut.

First, I’d like to apologize to my readers for not updating my blog in a month.  Mommy & Daddy have been extremely busy since my 1st birthday and Happy’s death, so the blog has suffered a bit.  Hopefully, we’re getting back on track and will update more regularly.

Well, technically, one is supposed to wait until their  1st birthday to get a haircut, but PoPo and Mommy both thought that my hair was too long especially with the humid heat we have been getting this summer.  I also sweat a lot fora kid.   So, actually, a few days before my 1st birthday, I got a haircut.

It was a big ordeal!  Two adults cutting my hair (Mommy and PoPo) and two adults keeping me entertained (Daddy and GongGong). 

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While PoPo and Mommy were cutting hair, they cut GonGong’s hair too.  After about 30 minutes for both hair cuts, we were new boys.  See?  The end product isn’t so bad:

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Getting Shots on My Birthday?! What the Heck!

Mommy took my 12-month check-up literally and signed me up for my check-up with Dr. Lu exactly on my birthday.  It’s kind of a cruel joke on me because I had no idea what was in store for me.  GongGong and PoPo also accompanied me to witness all the “fun.”

Here are my stats this time:

Weight:  21 lbs 13 ounces (35th percentile).  This time, butt naked without diaper or clothes.

Height:  30 inches (59th percentile).

Head Circumference:  same as all the other times ( > 95th percentile).

Before the torture started, GongGong gave me a piggy back ride and here I was, thinking that this would be the beginning of even more fun:

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Little did I know…not only did I get three shots (Pneumococcal, Hepatitis A, MMR/Varicella combo), I also had my blood drawn for the dreaded carnitine level again.  Hopefully, the levels will continue to be normal.

I was not as brave this time and cried bloody murder with each and every one of the needle sticks.  Who could blame me?  Shots are no fun.  You try getting one in each thigh and another in your right upper arm. 

Luckily, I don’t think I am due to for more shots until 6 months from now.  Whew!