18-month appointment.

This morning, we had Bennet's 18-month check-up. Oh, how things have changed since his last check-up a few months ago. My smart, little toddler has learned that doctor visits usually end in shots. He expressed his dislike for this fact by screaming hysterically from the time the nurse weighed and measured him, until the end of the appointment when he got his shots. Poor, poor little Monkey!
Developmentally, Bennet is right on target. She was pleased with his speech and his motor skills, and calmed all of my concerns about his temper tantrums and picky eating by telling me that all toddlers do the same things! He's still in the 95th percentile for weight and head circumference, and has dropped to the 90th for height! My big boy weighs 31 pounds, is 33 inches tall and has a head that is 51 inches around! Some things never change!


Another check-up come and gone. My little baby is 18 months old. Again, I am reminded of God's blessings on our life, that we have a healthy, beautiful child! Now, if I could just help him get over his fear of the pediatrician!