Saturday, January 24, 2009

Just what kind of problem does the doctor think he has?

Gabriel to me, upon meeting me for dinner after his 9-year Well Check with our doctor: "Mommy, Dr. D~ says I need to see a paleontologist."

Me: "A what?"

Gabriel: "A paleontologist".

He has a very sincere and slightly concerned look on his face.

Me: "Does the doctor think you are a dinosaur?"

Ha! I slay myself.

Actually, the doctor does want him to see a specialist about a problem he's been having, which I'm hoping will lead to some resolution of said problem, which is a common little boy problem, but makes having sleep overs a bit, well, awkward. We see the nurse practioner for the specialist next Friday morning. Cross your fingers.



Blogger mam said...

Fingers crossed (or, legs crossed, doing a little dance, perhaps clutching at privates...). I'm sure he'll get it worked out. My dad's a urologist, by the way, if the paleontologist doesn't work out and you need to bounce ideas of someone.

You guys look gorgeous in your christmas photo!

Saturday, January 24, 2009 8:40:00 PM  
Blogger Melissa said...

One of my young men had to see one of those and he was wonderful. We loved him and his NP. Here's hoping your "Paleontologist" is just as wonderful :)

Saturday, January 24, 2009 10:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Elaine said...

Great photos, and HA!!!! Paleontologist! My younger brother had the same problem and the Dr. told my mom he would gradually outgrow it, which he did. But he was, hmmm . . . I don't remember how old. Older than Gabe, I believe. Turns out my grandmother had the same issue. I guess it can be genetic?

Sunday, January 25, 2009 3:24:00 PM  

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