The boy grows tall

The boy isn't so little anymore. I took him to his 15 month check up on Monday and he was officially 33 inches tall. That's 3 inches shy of a yard (or 3 feet, or 2 km). At the rate he's growing, he'll be half as tall as me within a few months.

Right now, he's in the 95th percentile for height. He's in about the 30th percentile for weight. If that was the ACT or SAT, he'd suck in weight. But it's not, so it's ok. He's just tall and lean.

This presents new adventures for home life. We'd previously put locks on the kitchen cabinets to keep him from breaking glass, baking cookies, etc. But now he can reach the drawers, open them, and stick his hands in (though he can't see in). So we'll either need to move stuff or have a good and long lesson on how to wield a steak knife.

In other news, M-N bought him his first coloring book and crayons yesterday. He'd used crayons in restaurants, but now he can draw on our walls and refrigerator (based on his preferences from last night). His first picture from the coloring book was a little like a Pollock -- abstract and chaotic, but colorful and open to interpretation. Like his parents, he's not bound by conventions or 'lines'.

He'll go far.