So Harper turned 18 mo old on Sunday, I can't believe that he is that old already! For those of you who don't know Harper is my one and only child atleast for the next few months....then he will be joined by a sister. Anyhow... we took Harper to the doctor today for his 18 mo check up and shots and I went in with so many questions however I forgot all of them or the doctor answered them without me having to ask.
Let me tell you about Harper's progress to this point:
He is 27 pounds just rounding up
He is really tall but I forgot the mesurements on that
He knows about 10-20 words which is above average for his age
He is already in a big boy bed so we don't have to worry about that
We don't have to take away a binky because he doesn't have one, sucking his thumb though
He isn't autistic......ya!
He does very well with interacting with adults and with kids his age
I could go on and on, the doc said that per the charts he is about 6 mo past his age!
After the doctor made me feel so much better about being a parent the worst part of the visit came. You know what I am talking about....the shots (dun dun dun) He laid down on the thing then the nurse rolled up his shorts a little and showed him the wipey things and wiped down his legs, then I grabbed his arms and he got worried. It took him only a split second to figure out that he was being stabbed and he didn't like it. After wards I held him in my arms and enjoyed that mother/son bond. Then he was fine litterally 2 min later.
So Danny and I haven't been bad parents after all. I really feel like I deserve a pat on the back right now, danny to of course.
The rest of the day I just laid around like it was a normal day. I am however looking forward to sleeping well at night. But we all know that won't happen for another few years, it doesn't just end after pregnancy like it should.
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