This morning, Axel had his eighteen month check up. He's one and a half and a handful of days; he's closer to two than he is to one. He's no longer a baby. And, since he's no longer a baby, he's doing independent, grown up things, like engaging in a shirt-a-mano wrestling match, slithering his arm out of a sleeve and stretching his shirt over his head with such force that he topples backwards.
Sometimes, the shirt wins - or the shoes, or the pants. Sometimes, Axel is victorious. It's unpredictable, this clothes wrestling, but always good for a laugh. I know I will soon regret laughing when Axel takes off his shirt - probably when he starts getting naked in the middle of a busy playground - but the sight of a pint-sized He Man ferociously struggling against a machine washable cotton blend caught around his flushed face is hilarious.
So, how did the clothes wrestler measure up at the doctor's office?
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