Henry's 15-month Dr. visit. . . as photographed by Nick

On Tuesday, we took Henry in for his 15-month checkup and shots. Nick is notoriously difficult when we have to wait, so I gave him the camera and let him take pictures. Clicking away on our little Nikon, Nick has given us a photographic record of Henry's appointment. Here's Henry, walking around in his skivvies per doctor's orders.

Nick's view of his daddy is below. This picture was taken right before Nick dropped the camera. It was fine. Greg wasn't thrilled about Nick taking eighty-seven pictures in fifteen minutes. Our pediatrician thought it was an excellent distraction technique, though, and gave me a thumbs-up for using it.

She even posed for a picture. Our doctor is a good sport.

Henry now weighs 22 pounds, 3 ounces. That means he's in the 17th percentile. I'm surprised at that, because he can pack it away at mealtime.

Henry is 30.7 inches long, which sets him at the 35th percentile. He demonstrated his running, climbing, babbling, and throwing abilities to the doctor. Henry does not, however, speak at all, so I'm going to have to call for a language assessment. The rule is that you should assess if a child does not have five words by fifteen months. Henry has, at various points, babbled mama, dada, and uh-oh, though not always in the correct context. Uh-oh is usually spot-on, however. He usually says it right before (or right after) he has chucked something on the floor.

Henry examining his belly button. It is a pretty cute belly button, I have to say.

Below you can see Greg cleaning up the milk that spilled when Henry flung his cup onto the floor. Uh-oh, indeed. Incidentally, the doctor didn't seem very concerned by Henry's lack of verbosity, especially considering that Nick was a late talker, too. I will call regardless for the speech/language screening.

I found this picture quite interesting. The doctor had me put my leg over Henry's leg, so that he wouldn't squirm while he got all those shots in his thighs. Poor baby thighs. Nick did a great job taking the picture, though. He got the nurse's hand, needle ready to strike, and the contrast between my big feet and Henry's teeny ones.

This picture was taken right after a shot. It is out of focus, but you can see the devastated look on Henry's face.  I can tell you that I would never take a photo of my child right as they get a shot. Nick, though, snapped pictures throughout this doctor's visit.

He calmed down pretty quickly, though. Henry was a very good boy, and he doesn't go back to the doctor until he is 18 months old.

Here's the only photo I took: one of our photographer.