Toddler Years

Yesterday Ashyr had a check-up with his pediatrician.  He usually does great when the doctor or nurses have to take measurements or vitals, but yesterday they needed to draw blood for an iron count.  Unfortunately, it took three different nurses and three different attempts to get the needle in his arm.  I was bawling like a baby (and Ashyr too--understandably so).  I felt so bad for the little guy, but I think he did pretty good after being poked three times.

On a positive note, his doctor said he is growing and developing wonderfully--he also mentioned that he seems to be "strong-willed and has plenty of muscle mass."  Grant liked that part. One other thing that really struck me was that he told us "Welcome to the toddler years."  For some reason it hadn't really sunk in that wow, my baby is a toddler until Dr. Wulff told us that.  I think I have been in denial about it, and I even had to double check the definition of a toddler when we got home.  An online dicitionary defines a toddler as, "One who toddles, especially a young child learning to walk."  And that is exactly what Ashyr does. Toddles around all day long.  

So yes, I have a toddler and I'm coping with it.  But I think I'll still call him my baby for a good long while yet. Possibly until his wedding day, but I'm aiming for his fifth birthday.  Give me time, I'll get there eventually. :)