Good Wednesday afternoon! Hope this post finds you well.
I took S. Small to his 15 month check up this morning. He checked out quite nicely in the 20th percentile for weight and 40th for height.
Afterwards, I treated us to Chick-fil-a for lunch - a little tradition I've begun. If you go to the doctor, you get to go out for lunch - and that includes me, when I go to the doctor. I actually began this tradition when I was pregnant with S.S. I'd go out to lunch after seeing my O.B. Sometimes I even sat down (alone) in the restaurant, usually because I was too hungry to make the drive home.
Dr. T (our pediatrician) inquired as to how much S is talking. "He only says 2 words," I informed him. Common for little boys was his response.
And a little boy he IS.
This picture shows you what I've been battling. CLIMBING. He moved the chair to reach the front door lock. Oh MY! What's a mama to do?
A few spankings have been dished out when I've found him standing straight up (all 30 and 3/4 inches of him) on the dining room table.
I love him, but he's crazy. And I have a lot of work ahead of me.
Better go. I need to make sure he's not on the roof.