I don't know what happened and how two years passed so quickly. I can't believe that my baby boy is in separates now. I should have said three years old before we were out of one piece outfits...I will know better for my grandchildren some day.
The minute we pulled up to the doctor Jett said, "Mama, I don't wike it." I told him Dr. Dennis only wanted to tell him happy birthday and tickle his ears. He wasn't buying it, but the fun games in the well baby room kept his mind off of the doctor.
The water works started when he had to be weighed and measured. He weighed 31.4lbs, was 34' tall, and his head was in the 98%tile. He may grow to be a stocky boy with a big head.
Jett would not do one trick for Dr. Dennis. He wanted to be held, wanted to go home, and wanted his socks on. As we talked Dr. Dennis said he could clearly track his thoughts and knew what he meant. I worry he doesn't talk in complete sentences all the time, but he was unworried.
As soon as we were home free from Dr. Dennis, Jett enjoyed running up and down the 'steep hill' outside the office...we would call it the wheelchair ramp. For the first time we don't automatically schedule his three year appointment it is sad...he is growing up but so much fun at the same time.
Here are some of his likes and what his is up to...
He loves a train and usually has one in his hands at all times.
His favorite show is Thomas and Friends, but will watch Chugginton and
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse if he has to
He is a great eater at the sitter but not at home.
At home he will eat apple sauce, grapes, bananas, bagels, spaghetti, and homemade pizza.
He also loves to eat steak.
He loves to brush his teeth and take baths
He wears a 24m some 2T, a size 8 shoe, and a size 5 diaper.
He loves to run and be chased.
He begs to "hold you" which is his way of asking to be picked up.
He tells us to "git yup" which is his way of telling us to get up and follow him.
He runs the words in and there together to say "in 'nere" to say let's go in there.