Shots and Suckers

Zach had his 2 year well baby appointment today. He did great, a little spazzy, but he likes to show off when new people are around. He did do everything that was asked of him, so I was pretty proud of that. Opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, said "ahhhh", sat still, looked at the bright light in his eye...all that fun stuff.
His stats now are:
Height: 35.25" (70th %tile)
Weight: 27# (47th %tile)
Head circumference: 19 (38th %tile)

So, as I expected, he's taller than most, and average for weight. I thought he was at least 30 lbs, so that surprised me. He had one shot, which he did really well for. He said ouch, got the upside-down mouth and then it was over. The lollipop helped, too.
I talked to the Doc about our basic daily routine, our basic parenting philosophies (discipline, eating). Eating is a big one for us. We are conflicted about him eating well on his own AND getting the nutrition he needs for the day. Fruit he does great on, PB&J he does pretty good on, grilled cheese is good. Veggies hardly happen, and meat we have to disguise in applesauce and feed it to him. I can't just put stuff on his tray and he eats, with the exception of fruit....or crackers. The Dr. said that we need to really allow him to figure this eating stuff out now. Mix some veggies in with his food. No more disguising every meat product, and no more taking him out of his chair and then chasing him around the house, trying to pop a bite of turkey dog in his mouth when he's distracted. Apparently it will not hurt him if he decides not to eat dinner and go to bed a little hungry. Who knew? She also said that I won't have the time when the twins come to spend so much on eating time with Zach...a point I understand, but an idea I can't truly fathom until it happens. So, we'll start our new eating philosophy soon if not now.
He's right where he should be with hitting certain developmental marks, like knowing body parts, helping to take his own clothes off, playing and climbing at the playground, etc. he should be better with his utensils, but that's just because we do so much for him...1st child syndrome, you know?
Funny thing happened on the way home from the Dr.s office, which is two blocks away. Z is sick with a cold (but that doesn't stop him) and he sneezed 3 times in a row, big sneezes. After he sneezes he says, "Bless you!" Well, after the third sneeze, he says, "Mama, BIG BOOGER!" Sure enough, I look behind me and the poor kid has the biggest snot/booger on his face and his mouth is shaped in an "o" so it wouldn't touch his mouth. Too cute. I tell Jeff (I was driving), "Daddy, omg, BIG BOOGER!" Daddy saved the day, of course.