Ah! Shots!

Today was a rough day in my life! Everything started out fine. I woke up, ate, pooped. It was great. I even managed to explode out of my diaper and mom's reaction to that always makes me laugh! We went for a walk with my sister Lucy and then I helped my mom fold some clothes. Then my mom put me in the car seat and we headed out on the town...that's when things started to go horribly wrong!

We pulled up in front of a building that I vaguely recognized from my younger days, you know when I was just a newborn, turns out it was my pediatrician's office. Normally I don't mind going there. The doctor weighs me (would you believe I'm almost 13 pounds!), checks my heart rate and stuff- the stethoscope can be kind of cold but that's just a minor inconvenience-talks to my mommy for a while and tells me over and over again how cute I am (duh!). It's really not a bad deal. Today though, when all that was over, she got the crazy idea to send some nurse in to do when I can only describe as her dirty work. My mommy took my hands in hers and then next thing I knew I was being stabbed in the leg...not once, not twice, but three times!!!! Needless to say I started screaming! You would too if blood were coming pouring out of your legs...okay maybe I'm being a little melodramatic, I mean maybe it was just pinpricks of blood, but to me it seemed like a lot. Then, oddly enough, the same nurse who'd just finished stabbing me bandaged me up with these cute little circle band-aids. She was all trying to be my friend and I was like, "hello!!! You just stabbed me and now you want to be all nice to me?" I wasn't having any of it, so eventually she just gave up and left the room leaving me alone with my mommy who I must say did little in my defense when the nurse was stabbing me. I mean come on-how is holding my little hands and telling me everything is going to be okay supposed to help? But she redeemed herself a minute later when she offered me food. My mommy made a joke that she was teaching me early to use food for comfort, but I didn't really get it. Anyways, after all of that horror and excitement I felt pretty wiped out so I've been sleeping most of the afternoon. I was so tired I even slept through our play date with all the mommies from our new church. What can I say, it's hard work being little. Now I'm conked out on the couch next to my mommy trying to pretend that today never happened. Hopefully tomorrow we'll have more positive news to report.