I knew that today's 18 month checkup would entail the doctor asking about his walking, and I was resolved to avow that I didn't want to go to a specialist. (Translation: I don't want to pay for or deal with it.) The doc said they would be giving us a referral because although everything looked okay there could be some underlying weakness in his ankles and whatnot. She was more concerned that he doesn't stand up by himself without grabbing something than anything else. Of course I immediately caved. This is of course the woman whose professional opinion I hold in highest esteem, the woman whose presence was the only thing that relaxed me when Elijah was in the NICU, the woman who is always affirmative of all my parenting choices. So we'll be seeing a specialist soon and doing who knows what kind of craziness as a result.
After my lack of spine was revealed we treated ourselves to Chick-fil-A. If only the developmental markers pediatricians tracked included affinity for ice cream we would be set.