Gwapes!

I took Gavin to his 18-month check-up yesterday and found out that he is staying true to his growth curve. The boy is tall at 34 inches, which in the 90th percentile for his age! And he's also pretty lanky, with his weight not even hitting 23 pounds yet, which puts him in the 10th percentile. He's like a big head on a stick body! But such a cute head.

I was surprised that Gavin and I actually sat around shooting the breeze, chit-chatting while waiting for Dr. Shana. Sample conversation:

Gavin: Gwapes? (translation: grapes?)

Me: Grapes? I didn't bring any grapes with me, honey.

Gavin: Why not?

Me: Why not? Because I didn't. I don't have any grapes.

Gavin: I want it.

A very mature conversation, indeed! But he reverted right back to babydom by breaking into sobs when the doctor walked into the room. Hey, that kid knows what's up when it comes to getting shots.