James had his first year check-up yesterday. Jonathan came to comfort the poor little guy after his shots. Although James cried, it appeared to have hurt Jonathan more than James. Even as we were leaving the apartment to drive to the office Jonathan looked like he was about to pass out from pain, covering his ears and telling me how he didn't want anyone poking James.

Both boys enjoyed sugarless lollipops provided by the pokers so they would feel better after the traumatic event.

James is in the 90th percentile on weight and height and in the 95th percentile head - practically perfect in every way.

Jonathan walked at one year and two days so James has until the end of the day to keep up with his big brother. He takes a step, gets nervous and lays down to cry. He appears to have a sensitive personality. I can relate.

James has four teeth and one coming in.