How's that for a banner headline! Nicholas had his eighteen-month check-up this morning, and the doctor let us know (just before piercing Nicholas's leg with the needle) that he was getting his last baby immunizations. After today, no more shots until he's four (except for the flu shot). Nicholas was less than impressed with the news, however, since he was mostly concerned with this mean man who keeps sticking him with needles.
In addition to the vaccination news, he also doesn't have to go back for his next well visit for six months (age 2!), which means we're off the once-a-quarter treadmill. In other words, a nice way to finish out what has turned into "I'm not a baby anymore" week here at the Peanut Chronicle.
In total, he got a clean bill of health, and the doctor is very happy with his language development, so there's not much to report. And at this age, so says the doctor, we mostly need to pay attention to safety (no walkers at the top of the stairs, for example) and discipline. Apparently he has this strange idea that toddlers are belligerent about their independence and throw tantrums when you try to hold the line. In other words, if the discipline tactics we come up with work on Nicholas, Sarah may use them on me.
Oh, and finally, the vital stats: he's now 33 inches tall (almost three feet!), and weighs 26 pounds. That puts him in the 50-75 percentile range for height and right at 50 for weight. Makes me wonder if the milk gut is just a mirage . . .
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