I almost forgot! We took Zach to the doctor this week for his 18 month checkup (of course his half birthday was a week before but I have lost track of all time). Here are his stats:
Height - 35 inches, off the charts
Weight - 29 lbs 10 oz, 90th percentile (so he's definitely stretching out a little)
Head - 50.5 cm, off the charts
So we are obviously looking at a piano-playing, brain surgeon/NBA star here. :)
He got two shots but that should be it until he is 4, unless they come up with some new ones before then. And then there are flu shots... anyway, we didn't make any promises.
In other news, yesterday I was at work studying the resume of the guy I was due to interview for the open position at my job (I had had the resume for over a week so of course I decided the perfect time to look at it was 20 minutes before I was supposed to interview him) when my office phone rang. I checked the display and as usually happens when this certain number comes up, my stomach clenched a little - it was Zach's daycare. This is never good. I answered, and it was Miss Marcia, who is a very nice lady I became well acquainted with during the time I was visiting Zach at daycare every day during his first year. She is in charge of snacks, so of course she is well loved around there. Also, she is German so she doesn't beat around the bush, and quickly informed me that moments before, during snack, Zach had decided to shove two Cheerios up his nose. Yes, one for each nostril. They had managed to retrieve 1.5 Cheerios, so she was calling to inform me that he may or may not have 1/2 a Cheerio still in his nose. Now, we have a family history of just such an activity, but I of course will not name names... (cough, KATHLEEN... cough cough, DAD!), but up until now, he had only tried to stick things in his ears, so this came as somewhat of a shock! After quick calls to consult with Charles and my mom, I decided to go on and do my interview and hope for the best - surely the 1/2 Cheerio would work itself out. Marcia said he did not appear to be in any distress, so we told them to just call if anything changed. When I got home, Zach was on the couch munching Pirate's Booty and watching TMZ like nothing had happened, so we survived another day. I checked his daily report from school, and under morning snack Ms. Rae had written "Cheerios (Cheer-e-NOSE! :) )". Ha ha, very funny Ms. Rae!
