On Tuesday my darling little boy turned 18 months, is that even possible? We are almost out of the stage where we say old he is in years and not months. Time goes by way too fast.
Today we had his well visit with Dr. Howell so we started off with a trip to Chick-fil-A for a treat. We meet Jess, one of the Jazzercise instructors, and her three boys there for lunch and some playtime. I had given Cooper some chocolate milk twice before today, although very little chocolate, I got him a bottle at lunch since he was about to have a rough hour, he guzzled it. After lunch we headed over to the doctor's office, our appointment was at an odd time, I knew he would most likely fall asleep on the way home due to the shot and getting upset so I had to schedule it around lunch which left us with a bit of a wait, but you do what you have to do. It made it so much easier that Steve took off a half day to join us. Anyway, he did great as always. Got a little fussy when the doctor was examining him, he hates to be held still. He only cried for about 15 seconds after his shot and was happy again. The funniest moment came right after his shot, I was was holding him and he usually goes to me for comfort, but I guess he thought I caused his pain because he immediately cried out "da-da" and reached for Steve. Everything looked great and he doesn't go back for another 6 months. Dr. Howell said after seeing us at least every 2-3 months for the past 18 months then it's time to start on number 2 so we get to visit more often again. I said we will have to think about it.