Just try to guess my weight
Took Ezra to the doctor today for his 18 month check-up.  Didn’t have to get any shots, but there were still lots of tears shed. First it was because I tried to put him on the scale so they could weigh him. Then it was because I tried to get him to lay on his back on the bench so they could measure him. Then it was because we tried to wrap a tape-measure around his head to get his head size. The only results were tears and a bunch of numbers that were more like guesstimates than anything else. So Ezra maybe lost a pound, maybe grew an inch, and apparently his head shrunk. The only thing I think we know for sure is that he doesn’t have an ear infection and that he is not anemic. Yay for that! I thought maybe we could go do something fun after the doctor, but Ezra was so tired he fell asleep in the car about 3 blocks after the doctor and I had to wiggle him out of his car seat and take him upstairs for his nap all passed out asleep like a really heavy rag doll.  Speaking of which, I think I hear him making noise upstairs!