Ch-ch-changes
Devin had his one year appointment last week. Unfortunately, he also picked that exact time to contract the stomach virus that had already leveled Dax and I. As soon as I buckled him into his stroller to take him up to the pediatricians' office he unleashed a disgusting geyser of sick all over himself, the stroller, and me.
The best part? Because I was also under the weather I was not altogether focused when we left the house so I had no spare clothes for him. That's right. NO. SPARE. CLOTHES. I cleaned us up best I could and wrapped him in his brother's karate shirt and we went on up. PARENT OF THE YEAR!
Luckily, he did not barf again while we were there and he managed to still be mellow, cute, and charming. What? You didn't know that is part of the one-year-old physical? Why, of course it is. He showed his doctor how he can walk and wave and pretend to be shy and bat his eyes. He is exactly in the 25th percentile for both height and weight. He also got over his bout with the virus very quickly and was back to his old self again in no time.
In other news? Our little one is quite the goofball. He enjoys making very silly faces and trying to make us laugh at every opportunity.
He is such a sweet, sweet baby. He loves to cuddle and I, of course, encourage this. Of course, now that he can walk, he is not quite as snuggly for as long as he was when he was immobile but I take what I can get.
Yesterday Cat turned Dev's carseats around so he now gets to face forward. I don't know why but this seems like such a big deal to both of us. It's just one of those "Your baby is growing up" sort of things that we would rather hold off on I guess. Take this as a warning that the kid may not get a haircut until he's four.
But just think of the entertainment value in the mullet he's sure to grow!