Six Month Check-up

On Monday Trafton had his six month appointment. He measured in at 26 1/4 inches and 18 pounds, 6 ounces. While he was being measured by the nurse, he was flailing and trying very hard to scoot off the table, causing her to comment about what a wild baby he was and how "Mommy has her hands full with you." Then the doctor came in to examine him. While she was checking him out he was trying to rip the paper underneath him on the exam table, scoot backwards, and grab her ID badge, causing her to say, "Wow - aren't you a little wild man!?" I mean really, Trafton was going absolutely nuts and having the greatest time squealing and giggling. Then he got his shots and that was the end of that happy mood! I still can't figure out how he woke up from his nap after the appointment sucking on the band-aid that was on his leg from the shots - he had pants on.