The Doctor's Office

Sam had his 18-month checkup this morning. He was at or above the 95th percentile for height, weight, and head size. He is a huge kid!

Before the exam, I told the nurse I had some concerns about Sam's language development. I went into detail about his lack of interest in talking. I really believe it is due to my ability to know what he wants without him having to ask for it. He doesn't have much incentive to talk. Anyway, the nurse made a note on his chart about my concerns and then we took him out to be weighed. While Sam was on the scale, the nurse handed him a sticker. With a huge smile, he turned to her, and said, "Oh, TANK you!"

He can be so annoying.

After the appointment, we were walking to our car when a large Red Cross van/bus parked in front of the doors. Sam loves anything with wheels and simply refused to keep walking. I saw that the driver was going to help his passenger out, so I tried to get Sam on his way so he wouldn't be staring. It was no use. When the side doors opened and the big ramp came out, his eyes were huge and he couldn't stop staring. Then, an elderly woman in a wheelchair was secured onto the ramp. She saw her rapt audience and smiled and waved like a parade float princess as she was lowered to the sidewalk. Sam was just thrilled. After the driver drove away, waving at Sam, he looked up at me with the happiest smile I've ever seen.

Even with the shots, he had a fantastic morning.