Medical checkup

This morning we walked across the street to get a passport photo of Juliet, then we walked across Shamian Island (about 10 minutes) to the medical clinic to get her checked out. Mercifully, I only have photos of the walk to the clinic:




The clinic itself was full of babies and parents. There were three stations for us to visit: one doctor examined her skin for marks and whatnot; a second tested her reactions (primarily by squeaking a ball and seeing if Juliet tracked its sound); at the third station, some orderlies weighed Juliet and measured her height. The second doctor was blind in one eye and wore a 60s-style focusing mirror over the other, giving her a peculiar Brothers Grimm scary-but-nice-witch look. We also suspect that Juliet's worriesome 4-month head circumference measurements come from the shape of her head, which has its maximum circumference about 1/3 of the way from the top rather than 1/2 way down.