My darling, wonderful, light of my life baby boy had his 15 month check up today.
First words out of the pediatrician's mouth? "So, I see you aren't getting any smaller!"
Baby boy is HUGE: 34" and 29lbs (before breakfast)!
But he was charming and chatty and did all of his excellent trained monkey tricks (he says his name when asked, he quacked when I showed him a duck, he said please and thank you) and only howled a bit when he got his shots (he has to get them in his arm because his legs are too fat).
Here's a gratuitous picture of my very cute (yea, I'm biased) little boy on a carousel. He wasn't entirely sure what to think of it, but mommy and daddy and gramma all had a great time. And he is wearing his (my) favorite shirt with a rooster on it (thank you, mini-Boden for making cute little boy clothes without trucks or skateboards or footballs).