My sweet, sweet boy turned 18 months on Christmas Eve. Despite being sick for the last few days, he had his well child exam yesterday. The doc declared that he is "developmentally perfect." Yea! His height is about 40th percentile (how'd that happen?), weight is 50th, and head is 90th...of course. He also got three shots, which appear to be bothering him more than any shots have bothered any of my kids. Daddy texted me during my lunch break to say that he is crying every time he puts any weight on his right leg-which is extra weird as he got two in his left and one in his right. I am praying that he's recovered throughout the day, as he was up a lot last night and would pretty much only sleep if he was on me or Daddy.