Bagging and Bragging

Nathan and I went to our usual Wednesday morning gymnastics class. My nerves and patience were given the ultimate workout; more so than Nathan's gymnastics abilities. The class is very boring and slow paced with very little physical movement, but I can't blame the class entirely for Nathan's bad behavior today. He was acting up on purpose and thinking it was so funny. Nathan ran off repeatedly and refused to come back to me on his own. I caught him off guard when I chased him down for the last time and called it quits before the class was over. We didn't even take time to put his shoes and socks on. He rode home barefoot. I know that kids are going to have these days, but I'm going to make him think twice before he decides to have another one of these days any time soon. His terrible twos should be quite interesting, considering I have very little tolerance for whining and defiance.
Speaking of terrible twos, Nathan went to his two year check-up yesterday, even though he's only 23 months. After bagging on him in the first part of the post, I'll make up for it by bragging on him now. Out of the five categories of developmental testing: adaptive behavior, language, gross motor ability, fine motor ability and cognitive skills, he scored 60 out of 60 on four of them and a 55 out of 60 on fine motor ability. He was knocked five points because he's just not that into coloring, mainly drawing straight lines. His adaptive behavior is exceptional. I owe that to his preschool in Georgia. He interacts well with kids and adapts well to new situations. His language development is awesome, speaking in three or four word sentences (two word sentences is average). No surprise, his gross motor skills (running, jumping, kicking, climbing, etc.) are also highly developed.

Nathan is still stuck in the 25th percentile for weight (25 pounds) and height (33 inches), but he makes up for those low percentiles with his 100th percentile head circumference. There is no mistaking he's a Haggerty with a head like that. He has to have a huge head, though. He needs room for all that knowledge he possesses.

Nathan got a sticker for being such a good boy during the check-up. He was such a big boy and didn't shed a single tear during the entire visit.