This morning we ventured out to the pediatrician's office for Chase's 15-month checkup. We decided to make it a family affair, with both Jordan and I going and Austin tagging along too. Our big guy weighed in at a hefty 25 lbs. 10oz. (70th percentile) and 31"
short tall (50th percentile). And that big ol' head of his is still in the 75th percentile, too. After they weighed him in, I wasn't surprised at all, as I feel every ounce of his weight as he latches onto me lately. I've been calling him a little capuchin monkey, because he wraps his legs around me, crurls his toes in, and grabs old of my neck, not willing to let go these days. Anyways, after getting the look-over from the doc, the mean nurse came in to give our boy two shots. Chase screamed, of course, but calmed down quickly as soon as Momma bear scooped him up. As we walked out to the car, Austin said, 'That wasn't so bad, Chase!'. Oh, you just wait sweet child; it will be your turn in a few months! :)
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