Though in reality, as soon as we left the haircut place, he was fine. However, we'd never seen him rage THAT hard before, to the point of clenching his fists and trembling in pure and utter emotional meltdown. Anyway...
There was an older boy who was playing with whom I presume was his younger brother. The younger boy was interested in playing with Henry, who was having a ball walking between Lori and me. Henry also occasionally veered from his path between us to go exploring on his own (!!!! MILESTONE !!!!!).
On those explorations was when the younger boy would approach Henry to get him to play with them. But Henry being who he is just walked away and continued on his own path. No big deal.
What I did notice, though, was that younger boy -- whom I estimated to be about 3 or 4 years old -- was maybe only a half an inch to an inch taller than Henry. That was quite a shock to me, but it also probably explained why the younger boy was hoping the Henry would be amenable to playing with them.
He likely thought Henry was the same age. And that's not even getting into the whole "developmental vs. physical age" topic in my own head.
Today was also Evie's 6-month check-up at the pediatrician (and on a side note, we found out that the doctor we really like at this office is leaving in July...hopefully, she's staying in the area and not, say, opening her own practice in Tennessee. But she has a unique name, so I'm sure the Internets will help us in tracking her down). Evie is still in the 75th percentile in height and weight. Henry was in the 95th for height while between 50-75th for weight, so Evie may be big for her age but she's proportional whereas Henry is tall and skinny.
And yeah, just grasping his little noodle arms while he's walking, I'm harboring some secret fears that I'm going to just accidentally snap them like kindling.
Our 2-year-old is the size of a kindergartener.
