I had thought it would take longer to get a story just about the Pickle, however the other day the Pickle went in for his three-month checkup. It has been about 5 years since we’ve had a child this young, and the Mother of the Gremlin and I can’t claim we were looking at his motor skills and development as much as marveling how much quieter he was than his brother – ie did not have colic and reflux.
At this point, however, the Pickle was able to hold his head up, and hold things to/from his mouth. Our wonderful family doctor sat down to take a look, which entertained the Pickle to no end. He allowed all of the pulls, pokes, and prods without complaint, and continued to stare after Dr. Friedman turned to address the Mother of the Gremlin.
This, however, was not okay with the Pickle, and he decided to get the good doctor’s attention. He pulled out his pacifier, and immediately shoved it in the doctors mouth. He then began laughing hysterically.
The doctor looked at the MOTG and said through the pacifier still in his mouth
“Well that has to be about the cutest thing ever.”
Favorite Toy of the Week: bicycle handlebar attachment