Trent went for his 15 month check-up today. He has gone from the 10th percentile for weight to the 15th and from the 40th percentile for height to the 50th. Still not a big guy, although you wouldn't know it if you just looked at his thighs. Nana came and stayed with Grant while I took Trent to the doctor. When Grant asked where we were going, he got very concerned for Trent. He asked if Trent was going to have to have a poke. He wanted to know if it was going to hurt Trent and if Trent would get a band-aid for his tummy. I told him Trent's pokes were going to be in his legs and he would get band-aids. He did not want it to hurt Trent and asked if he was going to cry. I said just for a little bit, but he was a big boy so he wouldn't cry for very long. And he didn't, just until the nurse started blowing bubbles for him. I thought it was really sweet that Grant was so worried about Trent and really sympathized with him.
We also tried to take advantage of the coolest part of the day and enjoyed breakfast outside this morning. The boys thought that was fun.
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