Year Three Stats

I took Grayson to the pediatrician this morning for his annual check-up. Despite challenges like explaining how to pee in a cup for the first time, I must say it's a lot nicer going to the doctor when we can sit in the "well" waiting room. Plus, we didn't have to get any shots this time around.

The doctor said Gray's growth and development all look great. He weighed in at 31 lbs. 8 oz. and is right around 40 inches tall. That's about a four-inch growth spurt over the last year! His weight and head circumference are around the 40-45th percentile and his height around the 95th percentile. This is tracking right around the same growth rates as his two-year check-up, so we still have a tall, skinny boy.

In other accomplishments, Grayson's vocabulary continues to amaze me. He uses words like delicious, interesting, humongous and octagon in daily conversation. His recognition of certain letters is also coming along well.

Some of his favorite activities are hide and seek (constantly!), playing cars and "fixing" things like daddy. He's also enjoys being outside as much as possible, listening/dancing to music and taking pictures with his new camera.

Grayson's appetite and the foods he eats also exceeds my expectations. This weekend we were eating out and I ordered him some chicken fingers. The waiter asked if he wanted fries or vegetables as a side and before I could respond Grayson said vegetables. The waiter and I were both a bit surprised but when the food arrived he ate his broccoli, cauliflower and carrots better than the chicken. Craziness!

While our days are filled with lots of laughs and fun, I will admit that three has its challenges. There are times when Gray will argue with us despite not knowing what he's talking about. For example, we were at the park yesterday and passed a sign. Grayson commented on there being numbers on the sign, but Michael corrected him and said they were all letters. Gray was adamant about it being numbers and kept rebutting daddy. Of course, that got him a talkin' to but it illustrates the fine line between our smart boy and our smarty pants.

Although he keeps us on our toes, I love this sweet boy beyond words. Whether he's using his manners or creating 20 different ways to procrastinate going to sleep, he'll always be mama's baby. (Just don't tell him I said that because he'll correct you and tell you he's "not a baby, he's a big boy that's getting bigger.")