Yesterday, I took Conor to the doctor for his 15-month well-baby exam. He is doing great and growing like a champ. He currently weighs 25 pounds, 2.1 ounces. He's right around the 50th percentile for weight and is right around the 75th percentile for height. I learned, though, that taking him to the doctor at the end of the day isn't the best scenario. Being tired from the day's activities makes getting through the appointment much more difficult. He had no desire to lay down to get measured, was ticked off on the scale, and wouldn't sit on the exam table so his pediatrician could feel his belly or listen to his heart and lungs (we did those things with me holding him instead). He got two vaccines (DTaP and HepA), which didn't go over well with him, but he recovered from the trauma after a few snuggles and some extra loves from Mama (whew!).
Conor impressed his doctor with his vocabulary. At this stage, kids should know at least 3-6 words. He blows that number out of the water. His knowledge of animal sounds and animal names alone is beyond double (if not triple) that number. (Such a smart boy!!)
During our wait between being triaged by the nurse and waiting for the doctor, Conor had a great time hanging out in then exam room wearing only his diaper and us reading "Barnyard Dance" by Sandra Boynton. That's his favorite book and never fails to make him laugh and dance around a bit.
Next stop ... 18 month check up. All aboard!
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