|Mommy's boy does NOT like shots|
"Oh I don't like shots."
That's an understatement. He started crying when we pulled into the parking lot, likely anticipating what was surely going to be excruciating pain that his mean old mommy was forcing upon him. He cried while I picked him up and held him still and moved to full-on wail after the shot was over.
Leah just looked at him like, "What is your deal?"
She flinched when her shot went into her little leg, said "Ow," and was done.
Nathaniel kept crying until we were halfway home and reminded me three more times that afternoon that he didn't like shots.
Thanks, dude. I remember.
|Daddy's girl is pretty tough|
"Hungry, Mommy, hungry." She rubbed her belly for emphasis.
"You want a snack?"
"Okay, let's get a snack."
She wolfed down a cereal bar and asked for more. I told her to wait a little while until Daddy got home for dinner. She was okay with that and went about her business.
Fall? What fall?
Oh that girl is gonna give me gray hair...