This big boy above is 15 months old today! Where has the time gone? Doesn't seem like this is the same boy I was cradling in my arms just a year ago.
He went to his well-child check-up today. Here are his 15 month Stats:
Weight: 30lb 4 oz (over 100th percentile)
Height: 32 1/2 inches (88th percentile)
Head: 19 inches (80th percentile)
Doc thinks he's doing great! He stood on the big boy scale and got measured with the big boy height measurement against the wall. When the nurse came in to give him his shots, she took the cap off the needle and he saw it and hit the nurse. Haha, that's my boy. I ended up having to hold his arms down because he was going to do whatever he could to not get jabbed. But he did well. He cried a tiny bit then was fine as can be after those spongebob bandaids went on. He waved bye bye to the nurse over and over again...and we were out the door!
Words he Says: mama, dada, dog, look, hi or hiya, bye, no, door, what, ow, gaga (grandma I'm assuming because he says it when he hears my mom talking)
Things he can do: Loves to dance, drum, waves hi and bye, gives high fives, plays like an indian (saying "ahhhh" while drumming his palm against his mouth), points, claps, among many other things...I'm sure.
Unfortunates: He can throw the biggest baddest tantrum I've ever seen. And he's very stubborn. He will throw a tantrum for 10 minutes, if necessary. Also if you tell him no, take him away from the situation, smack his hand or bottom (not too hard, of course)....it doesn't work. He will go back over and over and over and over again. He'll even be quivering his lip or whining from the discpline he just received, and still do it again. He doesn't care. He is very, very stubborn. But most of that attitude, although I hate to say it, comes from me. I guess he does have SOME part of me since it seems, look wise, he is all of his daddy.