We went to our 18-month check-up for Wyatt today. We waited an hour and twenty minutes just to see that mean ole doctor. And then she poked at him, squeezed his nether's and gave him three nasty shots; two in his chubby right thigh and one big daddy in his left. All three made him bleed and need Band-aids. He is 75th percentile in head circumference and height and 50th percentile in weight for his age. He's just your pretty average little dude. Thomas' head was always in the 90+ percentile so we are glad Wyatt's head isn't quite as fat. We sometimes have trouble getting 3T shirt necks to pull over big T's noggin.
I spaced Thomas' shots out when he was a baby just because it was in the middle of all the mercury and autism hype. I did the same for Wyatt. She told me that mercury and the other chemical thought possible to cause autism have been taken out of vaccinations. All except for adult flu vaccination. Huh. Good to know. Oh, and that the HiB vac is scarce throughout the nation so unless your kid is an infant right now, they're waiting until toddler age to have the second vaccination. It's the one that protects against meningitis. Just a little FYI.
So, after naps, we suited up to play outside for a total of about five minutes this afternoon. We went outside and the wind, THE WIND! Wyatt took to chasing after Allie and so I chased him and got wind-burn running from my garage door to the access road between us and our neighbors. So, we came in and made a fire. When I was on the back porch getting some wood, look what my poor little poked at child did to himself. I think he was mad and wanted to poke something back because when I came in he had grabbed the fire poker (not hot...fire hadn't been started yet) and covered his hand in black soot, which he then stuck in his mouth, I guess, and tried to play it cool like he didn't touch anything he wasn't supposed to. He was, as they say, caught red-handed. Oh me. (Sigh)
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