Our son had his 18 month visit with his pediatrician last week. He had some impressive stats. His height was 35" (90th percentile) and he was 25 pounds, 8 oz (50th percentile). He has always been on the skinny side so it wasn't a huge surprise to me that he was in the 50th percentile. Although he never fell off the charts, he has been as low as 5th percentile. What was kind of amazing to me was that he was so tall. There is a 12 inch difference in height between Daddy and I and baby's boy height has held at the 75th percentile or better since he was born. I always figured since he seemed to get all of my genes, he might get the short ones too. So far, so good!
He totally impressed his doctor with his vocabulary. He was talking up a storm and was pointing at Dr. M and saying, "Doctor! Doctor!" over and over. Doc asked how many words he knows and he was shocked when I said around 40 or 50. He said his son only had THREE words at 18 months old. He also said usually boys are less verbal, so it's even more impressive that little man is a great talker. Of course I was proud and as pleased as can be. Dr. M says he looks great and healthy and happy. The only department in which he isn't ahead of the curve is teeth! According to Dr. M he has the mouth of a 1-year-old (8 teeth, most kids have 14 at this point!)
After he saw the doc the dreaded nurse came in to administer his shots. He got two and although I hate being involved in the process, I dutifully held his hands and kissed him all over as he got his vaccines. He cried for a second and then jumped up and said, "All done!" He was right back to his happy-go-lucky self when he saw the cool Big Bird band-aids he got. "Wow!" he yelled and jumped up and down on the examining table. Do we have the greatest kid or what?