The kids turned four last Sunday and we had a nice long weekend in the city (so much good food), save Marielle struggling with a cold. She fell asleep at our Santa brunch, poor thing, but it was our fourth visit with the big man, so no big deal.
We took them to the pediatrician for their annual visit and all is good. There were lots of shots (their last for years), and Mari decided to get her ears pierced, even though she'd previously been very set on waiting until she turned five (like I did). She's going to be blowing a lot of my benchmarks out of the water I think.
Dr. Dan said Alistair has "generous tonsils", so while he doesn't seem to be having issues, we'll be taking him to see a pediatric ENT to see if he is.
They are each 36 pounds (just above average for their age, though not for their height) and almost identical in height (according to their measure, though I think he has a slightly bigger jump on her which you can see when they stand together). He is officially 42.5" and she is 42.25", both in the 90+ %ile (their first time since 15 mos.)
She passed out early birthday evening, so Alistair got to celebrate solo with his Sprinkles cupcake. My sweet little man.

































