Check Up

Greyson was checked out, weighed, assessed, measured, poked and prodded at his 18 month visit to the doctor yesterday. We have settled on a doctor we love at our large pediatricians' office (10 doctors plus nurse practitioners!). Dr. Trout is young and sweet and Greyson loves her, even smiles as she examines him (until she tries to look in his mouth at his teeth). She was willing to bend over and peek into his mouth as Mike held Greyson upside down - the best way to get a good look at the chompers.

Greyson is still super tall and average weight. He hasn't hit 27 pounds yet... he just keeps getting taller and barely gaining weight. Grey has now achieved 53% of my height, 46% of his father's.

He "passed" all of his developmental assessments, the ones that had us fretting. We worried because the questionnaire asked if he was putting two words together. The doctor assured us that they expect kids to score low on the communication part, and as long as he's got 5-6 words he's ok. Ha! I should cound his words, they are many and varied. But that would be bragging, and I'm trying not to be that mom. (Geez, what am I doing blogging if not bragging???)

We're gearing up for another big weekend. One of our friends is entering his 40's - the first of our group to do so. It'll be a nice opportunity to celebrate and get together. My folks were willing to come babysit so we could attend our very adult (read OLD) friend's party without baby in tow. My father vows that he'll have Greyson pedalling his new big wheel by the end of the weekend. You should see the little big wheel... it's soooo tiny and cute!