18 Month Well Child Check

I cannot believe my baby boy is 18 months old already...the time has just vaporized!  So this past week we took Weston for his 18 month well child check...and of course he wasn't actually well, but I went ahead with it anyway.  He weighed in at 26 pounds (50th percentile), was 33 and 3/4 inches long (90th percentile), and his head is still at the 75th percentile...thanks to his dad.  Weston has pretty much outgrown his 18 month onesies and fits into most 18-24 month clothes, but I have started buying some 2-T shirts and stuff for him.

He's definitely progressing with his speech, which seemed like it took forever for him to even say the first word, now 3 months later, he has too many to count.  Just yesterday he told our friend's dog (we're dog -sitting) to "get down" off the couch...guess he's trying to show her who's boss.  And he's become quite the little helper around the house.  He loves anything he can dump out (blocks, dishes...any kind of box to put stuff in), and he's an excellent helper when dad is vacuuming - he actually looks at the vacuum and says "da-da", almost every day.  Just yesterday I handed him a box from the pantry to recycle and said told him to put it in the trash...and he took it right to the recycling and put it in there...so I know some stuff is getting through.

At school, Weston has moved up to the big house.  This may have been the saddest day of my life so far at Daycare. For a year and a half, Weston has been in a separate building with the babies (because he was one when he first started going there), and last week they began to transition him up to the big-kid building a couple hours a day...which had reportedly went great per the teachers.  Not realizing when the transition was officially supposed to happen, I mistakenly took him to the baby building like I always do and Miss Jessica kindly pointed up the way and told me Weston had to go up there starting this week.  Really?  I felt like my baby had been kicked out.  So we trekked up to the other building...and when I got inside, it was a crazy house...kids of all ages running around doing various activities.  Apparently they don't separate into the smaller classes until after breakfast.  This did not go over well with Weston...he clung to me like I was holding him over hot coals or something.  Poor baby.  I hate to leave him screaming too, but I couldn't help it...and when I walked outside finally, he was still crying...I could hear him through the window.   I got to work and sat in my car and just cried.  I felt like a terrible mom.  Now, I know very well that separation anxiety is a normal part of child development...but that didn't make me feel any better.  Luckily I called to check on Weston after a few hours and he had been playing with his friends, and when I went to pick him up, he had just sat down with our neighbor friend's boy to have dinner...they actually looked so cute, just the 2 of them sitting there eating their dinner.  I felt a little better about things by the next day and the drop-off fit was much shorter, but Weston still cried every day this week (mostly it stopped before I even exited the building though).  It didn't help that he had been sick the weekend prior and on Monday/Tuesday...the more time he spends at home, the less he likes being left at school. 

Back to developmental milestones...Weston can definitely walk up steps, he runs, can use a fork/spoon, but it's awfully messy, scribbles, has plenty of words as previously mentioned, he knows many of his body parts (eyes, ears, nose, mouth, hair, belly button), says "no" a lot (didn't realize that was a "milestone", but apparently it's normal). What I noticed he isn't doing?  Well, he can't say his own name...who knew.  I guess I better work on that one.