My poor baby!

Today I took my little guy for his 18 month appointment. My poor sweetheart cried his eyes out the entire time we were there... we couldn't even get him on the scale to weigh him! Instead, I had to go on the scale with him, then I went on the scale alone and she subtracted the weight that way. My boy is 30 pounds! Yay! Good boy. I guess he is eating, and I should stop worrying. There are some days, though, when he pushes away the spoon and I want to cry! But lately he's been a big eater. He got his 2 shots too, of course, through lots of tears. But he's okay now. Phew... I even rewarded him with some chocolate. :)