Taylor is 18-months now and it just amazes us how much things have changed in the past year, and even in the past couple months.
I know they grow up fast, but it is still mind-boggling to me. On the car ride home after Taylor's 18-month check up yesterday, I looked in the backseat of our Subaru and saw my little buddy sleeping so soundly, so quietly and peacefully, it hit me all of a sudden that he's not little anymore. I got all choked up and emotional, not sure why, but it was just one of those moments. He looked so sweet and innocent, he had just finished his doctor's appointment and was so brave with his shots and his blood test, I was just a proud mom, I guess. How did we let time go by so fast?! There is no way in my right mind that I would let things fly past me this quick, no way. So as I am looking back at him (don't worry, Trask is driving, so it's okay that I am not watching the road!!), I just wonder if Tay has any ounce of understanding of how much he is truly loved. I hope that with all the hugs and kisses and laughs and tears and books read and artwork mastered that he feels like his mommy and daddy adore him, but it's so much more than that, and I have no idea how to express it any more than we do. I never knew I could love so much.
Enough sappiness, let's give a re-cap of his visit with Dr. D, one of the neatest pediatricians out there:
Taylor weighed in at 28 pounds, 6 ounces (75th percentile), measured a whopping 34-1/2 inches long (95th percentile), and his head blew the chart to smithereens with an impressive 50 centimeters (off the charts, and in Dr. D's words 'he's got a big head, but it's not crazy big.'). So what do we know about Taylor from this visit? He is leaning out and is no longer at the top of the charts for weight. We also learned that he is TALL, and will most likely be tall like his daddy - perhaps not as tall, but face it, as Trask put it, we didn't breed for height (is he calling me short?!). And, we all already knew Taylor had a huge melon for a head - we have the CT scans to prove it, and we can't deny the fact when he is wearing hats for 4-5 year old children, and outgrowing them.
Taylor had to have his iron levels checked at the doctor's office because he doesn't like to eat meat much, so we wanted to make sure he wasn't anemic. He dabbles in the meat-world occasionally, going after meatballs as if they were candy, but not consistently. So the nurse said if he wants to be a vegetarian, he needs to eat lots of iron-rich foods. His iron levels came back okay, he's fine, but he's so picky, so he now gets to take a multi-vitamin with iron, the Flintstones kind, if you were wondering. He's so cute and grown up chewing his purple Barney Rubble, it melts my heart.
I think I have rambled enough for today. I will end with a picture of Taylor wearing Trask's hat. He will only wear it if he puts it on all by himself, and he loves to walk around the house in it. The sad thing is, it almost fits!