Today, my son had his one year check.

He didn’t have the usual 8 month check and I never took him to baby clinic to be weighed.  He was feeding a lot (read: all the live long day), having plenty of dirty and wet nappies, growing out of his clothes, and so I didn’t see the point as I didn’t have any concerns.  If all they were going to do was make me strip him naked, and pop him on some cold scales, well, I’d rather not put him through the indignity, thanks.

And I didn’t really fancy cleaning up the inevitable stream of baby wee, when the cool air hit his winkle-dinkle. Continue reading →