Tru got his “one-year” shots the other day…he didn’t like it. He’s still got lumps on each leg. They don’t seem to bother him though. He’s in the 90th percentile for height and the 20th percentile for weight. The doctor said don’t worry about the weight because one turd could move him a couple dozen percentile rankings!

Basically though, he’s just a skinny little noodle. He’s getting super communicative, though not with language. Maybe it’s just a result of being around him so much, but Amy and I almost always know what he’s trying to tell us with his body language and some verbalization. It’s pretty cool.

Amy told me that the other day when she took Tru to daycare (more like 4-hour care), he leaned over to go to Jane-the-daycare-lady. Once Jane had him, he leaned over and gave Amy a kiss, then waved bye-bye to her! That’s a pretty big thing, because up until then, he was usually throwing at least a little fit when he got to the daycare place.