We ventured out bright & early this morning for Nolan's 15 month well visit. (NOTE TO SELF: Next time, doctor's appointments on days off DO NOT need to be scheduled at the butt.crack of dawn.) He's chugging away just fine, weighing in at 22 lbs (15-25 percentile) and measuring at 31.5 inches (50th percentile) with a big noggin (75th percentile). The pediatrician told us to keep on keepin' on; Nolan's doing great.
And he was doing great, until he had three vaccinations. *SHUDDER* Oh, how I hate those cries. Luckily,
After a little time at home, we hit the road again for some errands, lunch, and haircuts for my mop-topped munchkins. We ate at Raising Cane's first:
Then we killed some time at Hobby Lobby before heading over for the boys' haircuts:
Much like the early doctor's appointment, I was an idiot and scheduled the haircuts during their typical nap time, so the boys were getting quite cranky by this point; not even the balloons could perk them up. So we headed home, and on the way, this happened:
Only took me 7 years & 9 months to reach that milestone (though I didn't do it all on my own; my darling Cavalier had already had 9,000 miles when I bought it).
So now, the boys are down for their