One of the downsides of hitting the eighteen month mark is having to head to the doctor for another needle.
This time I wasn't as quiet and tough as I have been in the past.
When the needle hit my arm I wailed. Ow!
But things were soon fixed when the doctor offered me a jelly bean. Alright!
He did a few tests and measurements and I'm now fairly and squarely in the 50% percentile of height and weight. For someone who's been on the skinny side of things for his whole life it's good to be smack bang in the middle of all the other kids.
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