(Here's Jamers trying to eat with a spatula. He likes to be creative.)
Wherever we go, people always comment on James . . . how cute he is (obviously), how funny he is (he's hilarious), the things he says (totally random), etc., and without fail when they ask how old he is and I tell them they always look surprised and say something along the lines of "Wow! He's so big!" or "He must have a tall dad" or "You're a big boy, aren't you?"
I've always hated it.
I mean, sure, he's no runt, but he's not Andre the Giant either!
Well, after James' official 18-month doctor's check-up I am now happy that I can respond to people "No, he's not big. He's just average." Thankyouverymuch.
He's 32 1/2 inches tall and 25 lbs. Height is 50th percentile and weight is 25th percentile.
I'm convinced other people's kids are just small or perhaps they forgot how big an 18-month-old kid is supposed to be?
Things are heating up here in Tennessee. After so kindly helping me water the plants, James was soaked and covered head to toe in mud, so I finally took off his clothes and let him run around in the sprinkler. I think that'll be a regular summertime activity from here on out.
