Four year appointment

Maddy had her four year check up today. We didn't see our usual doctor, a very sweet man with a calm, quiet demeanor. We saw a doctor that we had only seen briefly during her babyhood, a gregarious, Scooby Doo-tie wearing doctor. It was kind of funny because Maddy's naturally boisterous ways seem to elicit an "Oh my!" reaction from our usual doc, but since today's doctor and Maddy were like peas in the same outgoing pod, he actually said he was "thrilled with her social and developmental progress". Ha! It's funny to me how some people think she's a bit much and others revel in her craziness. She weighed 43 pounds, putting her at about 95th percentile for weight , and was 40 1/4 inches tall, putting her around 75th percentile for height. Quiet doc told me last time to keep an eye on her BMI, gregarious doc told me this time that she obviously wasn't fat, just solid. Isn't perception a funny thing? I kind of agree with both of them because I know she has a deep and enduring love for all things salty and crunchy ( ie. fries, chips, popcorn, etc.) but I also know that she has been on the upper end of the scale since she was about six months old. So I will try to be a better mother and cut back on some of the salty, greasy goodness, and, if this monsoon comes to an end, give her more outside playtime so that she can chase butterflies and run herself ragged in the backyard.