A morning check-up

Jonas had his 15 month well baby check up today. Everything was good in the waiting area. Jonas played with a few older kids. He watched them jump up and down and tried it himself. He was only able to move his arms up and down, but he tried. He looked so cute doing it, too.

Then he shared his crackers with a spunky little two year old. She kept asking Jonas to sit on a chair next to her. The chair was to high, so Jonas just stared at her with a confused look on his face.

"Armenta, Jonas," the nurse called. In we go. He is starting to realize that doctor's offices may be a little scary.

"You can undress him, diaper and all, so I could weigh him," said the nurse. Jonas started crying as soon as I did that. He did not like it one bit. He weighed 21 pounds 10.5 ounces. He's a fit little guy.

He calmed down and was happily eating his banana when the doctor stepped in. As soon as the doctor sat on his stool, Jonas dropped his banana on the floor almost on Dr. Nagorka's shoe. "Woah, you missed me, buddy."

The doctor pulled out his pen and Jonas immediately said, "conody". Which means, coloring. I told the doc what j-man was trying to say. "Yeah, it's a pen," said Dr. Nagorka. "Pen," said Jonas. Then I told the doctor that Jonas knows and says over 70 words. I forgot to mention that he is also bilingual.

Boy was he impressed.

Jonas realized he had a piece of banana on his finger and said, "Mama, banana," and pointed at it, indicating I should remove it. "Hey you're a smarty pants," said the doctor.

He then looked at the doctor and said, "granpa" and we all giggled. I think he was telling him that his "granpas" also have mustaches.

As soon as the doc's stethescope touched Jonas' chest the wailing began. He didn't mind the doctor at first, because there was a distance betweeen them. But then the stranger anxiety hit and Jonas wanted nothing to do with him. Dr. Nagorka finished his checkup and walked out to get Jonas a fire truck book.

The doc handed the book to Jonas. Jonas quieted down and just stared at the doctor probably thinking, I guess you're not that bad and gently grabbed the book from his hand.

Things were better after that.

But J-man didn't know immunizations were next on the agenda. He got two on his left leg. The nurse was quick, but I know they hurt my baby. He cried all the way to the truck.

Nana 'Stella showed him his new book and he started flipping through it. That calmed him down.

As we were leaving, the doctor said, "Keep doing what you're doing." I smiled and said thanks. My little man is healthy and super smart. Jeremiah, my mom and I aren't doing a bad job raising Jonas.

Missing my baby

Now that I've been working, Jonas has been a little clingy. If I leave the room for just a second, he calls out to me. "Mamma, mamma," says Jonas. "I'm coming right back, baby, mommy's right here," I tell him as I rush back to him. Being away from him is hard for me, too.

I get home at about 5 or 6 in the evening and it only leaves me with a few hours to spend before it’s his bedtime. I guess it'll take some time getting used to being away for so many hours, but oh, how I miss my little man.

The boy is amazing. He has been saying some really difficult words. He uses words with more than two syllables, like, tyn-ne-nol, con-ta-ble, apatos, and vacado, meaning Tylenol comfortable, zapatos, and avacado.

Now that he has mastered the art of walking, it's rare to see him sitting still. He is always on the move.

Today, we sat him on the motorcycle fender, or "ikel" as Jonas calls it, along with daddy and he looked so comfortable on it. As if it were something he does everyday."Yup, it's just me and my dad on our bike." It scares me how much he loves the motorcycle. When he hears it start up, he goes wild and can't wait to be taken outside to see it. He says, "Ikel, ikel," and of course Jeremiah loves this. I can see it now, Jonas and Jeremiah, riding off into the sunset, leaving poor old mom at home.

He's going to be driving, before we know it. My dad is beginning to think that he likes his van more than him. Whenever we go to my parent's house and as soon as he spots the van, that is all he will talk about. "Ven, ven, ven,” insists Jonas. There go the obedient grandparents, listening to their sweet, demanding grandson, off to the big, fun van that he loves so much.

Going to the store with him is fun, too. I talk to him as we cruise the aisles - he pointing stuff out, while I hand him most everything he asks for. We're a good little shopping team, the two of us.

Hopefully we'll both adjust to our new schedules soon. I know he'll be just fine, it's me I’m worried about.