Stranger Danger

This past Thursday Tate had his 15 month check-up. Health-wise, he's doing well. His stats are as follows:

Height: 32 inches (75th percentile)
Weight: 24 pounds (45th percentile -- Finally he's moving up! Before, I thought that he was going to fall off of the chart. I guess that the unfortuntate part is that the heavier he gets, the harder it is for me to pick him up over my belly.)

The only bad part about the appointment is that other people had to hold him. When anyone other than me touched him, he would throw a fit (read: cry HUGE crocodile tears and flail about -- people had to actually hold him down during the appointment whenever anything had to be done). Ed and I are guessing that stranger danger has started to set in.

On a brighter note: Tate took his shots like a champ again. He cried for a little bit (not much at all) and then he was done (of course, I had to hold him in order for him to calm down, but that's just fine with me...for now).