Psych eval

My new daycare is run by a nonprofit, so one of the things they do is developmental evaluations of all the kids to see if they need any therapy or extra attention to address a developmental lag. I had my evaluation right before Labor Day.

Basically, everything was okay, although there were a few things that the specialist was concerned about:

• My size. I'm tiny. I went to the doctor at the beginning of August for my asthma medicine, and I was still 22.5 lbs, the same I was in Feb. '08. And still 35 inches, like I was for my two-year check-up. I'm now 0 percentile for weight, and 3rd for height (But the doctor also said I was :exceptionally bright", so he wasn't worried). Daddy explained to her that Mommy is tiny too, so she wasn't as concerned after that.
• My strength. I gave her what she described as a "weak" high five. Yeah, that's because I don't like strangers.
• Colors. I know my colors, really I do. For example, when a reddish-orange train goes by, I always refer to it as James. If you ask me to get you a blue crayon, I will. But it's also a lot easier to just rattle off color names until I get it right, or until you stop asking. This is something Mommy and Daddy are working on with me (mostly by bribing me with M&Ms).
• Body parts. She asked me where my tummy was, and I pointed to my tongue. Had she asked where my stomach was, or my belly, I would've pointed to the right spot. However, Mommy and Daddy never say tummy, so how was I supposed to know?
• My last name. When she said my full name and asked me if that's who I was, I said, "No, I Jax! I a big boy!" Because I am.
• Artistic ability. At almost 3, I can't draw a recognizable picture. But at 27 Mommy can't either, so no big deal.
  

However, I did great with my words! I have a HUGE vocabulary, and I speak in complete sentences all the time, as well as correctly using conjugated verbs.

So, while there are a few things to work on, for the most part I'm doing great!