one point five

Okay here I go again, I cannot believe he is 18 months old. Where has it all gone? Just yesterday we were bringing him home and I was waiting for his parents to come and pick him up. :)
We finally made it to the Dr today, two weeks late. Oops. I am really upset about having to go back to the Navy docs, but Dr. D is really nice and I am glad that we have her and not Doogie Howser. But Dr. B was the best pediatrician and I am sad about not being able to see him anymore. He was so good about being thorough. The Navy docs have 15 minutes to see you. He would spend an hour with his patients.
Anyways, Bear is losing a little in the height department. He is only in the 90% now; he is 34 inches tall. And he is gaining in the weight. It was kind of weird how they weighed him, they left his clothes on. With his clothes on he was 28lbs, and she said you could probably take 1 lb off for clothes. Well I don't work with probablys. I need to know exact. So I came home and weighed his clothes and diaper. I know I know, I am a nut and a freak show. Get over it. So he weighs in at 27lbs bare butt naked. He is still soooo skinny though.
We had a little graduation and then an ungraduation. Last week, I walked in on him in the morning to find him halfway out of his crib. I stopped him before he made the plunge and figured we would deal with that later since we were going to be spending a few days at my parents house. Well when we got back on Sunday, I went in to find him in the same position. So I fretted and wrung my hands all day and then decided to take the side off the crib and make it a toddler bed. I really did not want to have him falling out, and the mattress was as low as it could go. So I went and bought him a side rail and that night I laid him down and he went right to sleep. I knew that it transpired way to easy. At about 1230, I woke up to him crying. Except it was a lot closer than usual. I opened my door to find him wandering around the house in the dark crying. He had gotten out of bed, opened his door and was wandering the house. (My sister K used to do that, except she would go straight for the fridge, until my parents put a on lock it. Ha ha.) Anyways, I tried putting him back in bed, but he was having none of that. So I brought him back to bed with me. Yeah right. What was I thinking? We wrestled for an hour. He wanted to get down and play with Tela and I wanted to go to sleep. Finally, I realized that his pack n play was in the other room so I set that up. He can't crawl out of that thing, so he has been napping and sleeping there ever since. Now I realize I cannot keep him there for the next year, but we will continue to try the big boy bed and hopefully eventually he will get it and stay in it.