The dreaded 2 yr old shots.

Turning two is cool n' all, but not the shots that I needed to get at the doctor today with Dr. MaryBeth. I was cool until they had to put me in that little room and then I got freaked out. The nurse lady brought in this awesome neato fish tank thingy. The good news? I'm normal. Yep - doc says that I seem to be just fine and don't need to go back for another YEAR until I'm THREE. Yeah whoo! Digits below
-Height 34.25 inches - 25%

-Weight 25lbs 5 oz - 10%
-BMI 15.2 - 10%

What does this all mean? Well I'm not quite sure but it means I'm normal. I'm talking a lot now and often saying 5-6 words together. For example, on the way to the doctor in the car here is the conversation I had with my mom:

Brady: "Mom, where daddy? He in shower?"

Momma: "No Brady, he got out of the shower, remember he was drying off with his towel"

Brady: "Oh, daddy at work."

Mom: "Brades, we're going to the doctor - to see those fish in the tank, you okay with this?"

Brady: "Sure. Hey, look, big semi truck!"
The bad news? Since I turned two, no more Fa. Fa=Pacifier. I get to have it at night when I go to bed but no more. Mom/Dad are secretly trying to find a good way to get rid of it. Maybe I'll give my Fa's to Santa to give to other little kids. I'm gonna miss those things. Mom & I brought the camera today, but we forgot it in the car so these phone pictures will have to do for the baby book blog!