Starting Solids

Been busy with holiday stuff, but it's time to re-visit December 19th - Reid's 6-month birthday.


We celebrated with the introduction of solids (i.e. mmmmm, yummy rice cereal). As expected, he LOVED it! (He loves everything that goes in his mouth.) Here he is enjoying a bite and learning the wonders of the spoon.

I've heard that some people have problems getting their babies to eat. We've had some issues with Reid (e.g. sleep), but so far eating is one thing we don't have to worry about. He was all over his rice cereal... all over it like white on rice! And it was all over him.

Maybe we overdid it a little... can you get a baby drunk on rice cereal?

In any case, I think a good time was had by all. And don't worry - we didn't let Reid get behind the wheel. Stay tuned for more of Reid's gastronomic adventures with oatmeal and barley!

A Whole Half a Year

Happy 6-month birthday Reid! Has it been that long? Oh yeah baby, it has.

We've been partying so hard today I haven't had a chance to write about it. Well, partying may not be the exact accurate term for running errands, doing laundry, finishing the last of the Christmas cards, trying to finish Christmas shopping, taking Reid to the doctor for his 6-month checkup, getting a flu shot, feeding time (starting solids!), getting Reid ready for bed, putting Reid to bed...oops, changing poop-stained crib sheets, repeat putting Reid to bed... but anyway, enough about my rockstar lifestyle. Let's just say I've been busy. Will hope to report more on the festivities later. For now, I'm off to try again for an antihistamine-free good night's sleep (see previous entry) and leave you with a parting shot of the birthday boy.

Thumbs Up

Reid made a very exciting discovery few weeks ago - his thumb!

He's actually stumbled upon it a few times over the past couple of months, but now he seems to have learned exactly where to find it and that it will always be there for him at all times. And he is now officially a thumbsucker. Which I don't think in itself is necessarily a good or bad thing (at least at this age - we'll talk in a few years), but the thing is that he is able to soothe himself by sucking his thumb. Which means that he doesn't need Mommy's (or Daddy's) help to soothe him back to sleep every time he wakes up in the middle of the night. And this, combined with his mastery of rolling which allows him to position himself however he likes, means that the boy is sleeping much, much better - sometimes all the way from bedtime 'til morning! Hallelujah!

The first night he did this was December 8th, 2008 - a date for the baby book! He slept from 7:30 pm 'til 8 in the morning - 12 1/2 hours! Now of course just because he slept all night doesn't mean I did. I woke up in the middle of the night and waited a while for him to wake up... and when he didn't, I checked on him to make sure he was still breathing. At first I thought he wasn't, but turns out he was. Whew! Here he is the morning after (note freshly removed "thumbs up"):

He hasn't slept this well every night since, but a few of them he has and that, my friends, is what I call progress. His record is 14 1/2 hours. That's not a typo - 14 1/2 hours in a row. That's more than he had previously slept in a 24-hour period. And then he took a 2-hour morning nap. So then I started to worry that he might be a narcoleptic. But I'm not complaining!

As luck would have it, I wasn't feeling well that record-breaking night, so I took an antihistamine. A 12-hour release antihistamine. I had forgotten that antihistamines jack with my sleep. So I woke up about 3 hours into my slumber. And I was up. All night long. Awake, as my formerly sleep-challenged baby slept... well, like a baby. One of these days we'll both get it right on the same night.

In the meantime, even if I don't sleep well I still reap the benefits of his sleep, as he's in a much better mood when he's had a good night's sleep. I love walking in to this well-rested face in the mornings

So while I don't anticipate that every night will be a 14-hour marathon (I actually doubt that will ever happen again), I have high hopes for many more nights of good sleep - for Reid and, eventually, for me. We'll keep you posted!

An Afternoon in the Life of Melinda

12 pm Read funny email from Lisa describing her disgusting ill-behaved dog. Chuckle and consider reply boasting about pleasant well-behaved schnauzer, but decide not to rub it in. Besides, small human requires immediate attention.

12:05 pm Pet and cuddle pleasant well-behaved schnauzer. Tell schnauzer what a good boy he is.

12:10 pm Notice large booger in small human's nose and deal with it.

12:15 pm WAAAAAAH!!! Small human wails as I load car and make preparations to leave the house with him and well-behaved schnauzer.

12:30 pm Pick up small human and begin to load him in car. He spits up foul-smelling curdled milk on himself and me.

12:40 pm Change small human's clothes. Consider changing my shirt. Decide against it as it will undoubtedly become soiled again by end of day and settle for wiping it off.

12:55 pm Embark on car ride with small human and schnauzer to inspect a property.

1:05 pm Small human sleeping peacefully in car seat. Pleasant and well-behaved schnauzer curled up sleeping peacefully in passenger seat. Sigh contentedly at how well this venture out is going.

1:35 pm Arrive at property and take pictures as small human and schnauzer wait in car. Schnauzer barks at men working. Small human awakens and cries.

1:45 pm Set off for stop #2.

2:00 pm Notice pleasant well-behaved schnauzer is trembling and wonder if I should stop to let him go outside. Remember that he went out just before we left and decide he is fine, just excited by our adventure.

2:05 pm Disgusting schnauzer barfs all over passenger seat.

2:06 pm While driving on highway, I reach for small human's blanket in the backseat (having decided that I need it more than he does at this point) and use it to cover schnauzer barf in an attempt to keep it from spreading. Abort mission #2 in favor of going home immediately. Decide there is nothing more I can do until I get home. Based on high volume of schnauzer vomit, I determine that schnauzer is surely done with that.

2:20 pm Almost home, just a little bit further.

2:21 pm Schnauzer barfs again, this time more liquidy, on passenger side floorboard.

2:25 pm Arrive home. Place disgusting schnauzer with vomit-crusted beard in yard.

2:30 pm Begin cleaning out disgusting vomit-filled car.

2:31 pm Small human wails. Attempt to explain importance of cleaning up schnauzer vomit immediately. Small human wails more loudly. Disgusting schnauzer with vomit-crusted beard in yard emits high-pitched yelps as he realizes he is missing out on some kind of excitement. Hope that new neighbors do not call CPS/SPCA.

2:45 pm Having removed all major chunks amidst a chorus of small human wails and high-pitched schnauzer yelps, give up on vomity car. Decide the rest is a job for a professional.

3:00 pm Small wailing human is hungry. Disgusting schnauzer with vomit-crusted beard in yard wants to come inside, but is not allowed until he has had a beard bath. Decide to feed small human while enduring sound of high-pitched schnauzer yelps.

3:20 pm Set small human down for "independent playtime."

3:25 pm Go outside to retrieve disgusting yelping schnauzer with vomit-crusted beard. Schnauzer excitedly grabs toy and runs off signaling that he wants to play. I am not amused. Get hold of schnauzer and carry him inside for beard bath. Small human is wailing again.

3:30 pm Set schnauzer with vomit-crusted beard in bathtub. He jumps out. Grab him, put him back in tub and commence beard bath. Small human's wails become louder.

3:35 pm Quickly finish beard bath. Probably missed some crusty vomit, but I'm over it. Vow not to let disgusting schnauzer nuzzle me or small human. Head back to tend to wailing small human who by the sound of it is nearing hysteria. As I enter room, he stops wailing and smiles gleefully. His face is covered in snot and drool, which is dripping onto the floor. I find a cloth and wipe it off.

3:45 pm Finally sit down to relax for a minute. Just one.

3:46 pm Hear tell-tale sound coming from small human. He's crapped himself - again. Turn to disgusting ill-behaved schnauzer and see that he is licking himself. Reinforce no-nuzzling vow. Wonder why I have chosen to share my living quarters with these foul creatures.

Hours later... Sit in bathtub cleansing myself of the many particles of multiple bodily fluids that have accumulated on my body throughout the day and fantasize about a distant time when I dealt only with my own fluids.

Snow!

Those of you from the north - or even north of Houston - may want to skip this one, as I'm sure you won't be impressed by our version of "snow."

Wednesday night we had snow in Houston! (This is very rare.) The snowflakes were big and beautiful as they drifted to the ground... and melted on contact. Nope, there was no sticking - at least not at our house - but it was neat just to be out in it in our backyard. Reid seemed to enjoy his first snowfall.

And Harvey, who is scared of water and has been known to "hold it" for hours and hours to avoid going outside in the rain, seemed to have no problem with the snow and even wanted to get in some playtime in it.

And just in case you don't believe the white specks in these photos are actually snowflakes, I have video!





Oh, quit laughing at me - it was snow, in Houston!

A California Thanksgiving

Reid's first Thanksgiving was spent in California with the Hamilton clan which meant, of course, Reid's first plane trip. All in all, it went well. We had timed it just right so that he would be ready to nod off to sleep just as the plane took off. As luck would have it, our flight was delayed and he was all kinds of cranky as we waited in the terminal. I'm sure the other passengers were hoping they wouldn't have to sit next to us. But we finally got boarded and as the engines started up, I threw on my Hooter Hider and Reid took up booby duty. (Nursing helps during take-off and landing as the sucking helps the baby's ears pop.) Here he is shortly after take-off, fast asleep.


Ah, relief. I then settled in to listening to my audiobook and enjoying the peace as Reid slept. Until he woke up 5 minutes later ready for action. So, I spent most of the flight playing with Reid and bouncing Reid and singing to Reid (quietly enough that other passengers couldn't hear) and "dancing" with Reid (to the extent possible in a plane seat) and finding things that didn't have plane funk on them for Reid to put in his mouth. Everytime I would sit still for a moment and try to relax, Reid got that look on his face that let me know in no uncertain terms, "Mommy, if you stop entertaining me I WILL scream my head off and embarrass you in front of everyone on this plane" and so I'd start up again playing and bouncing and singing etc. There was one 40 minute nap in there somewhere, but I was definitely on duty for most of the 3 1/2 hour flight.

Infants under 2 years old aren't required to have a separate seat, but since we had a free ticket to use, Reid did have his very own seat, but naturally he didn't want to sit in it so even during the 40-minute nap, my arms were working. But at least we had the row to ourselves.

I also changed my first poopy diaper in an airplane lavatory. Did you know there's no changing table in those things? Just the top of the nasty toilet seat. UGH. But we managed and got the job done without stinking up the whole cabin. Does that qualify me for a special mile high poopy diaper club membership? Ah, so many firsts!

At the end of the flight, I was exhausted but I think the passengers around me were grateful for my efforts in keeping the cabin relatively quiet and stink-free. After the flight, Reid charmed the crew as we waited for his stroller to come out at the gate. Here he is in the Captain's arms:

And then it was off to Grandma's house! Grandma Linda (GLinda for short) was so happy to see her grandbaby. And just in time for her birthday - happy birthday GLinda!

And I was happy to have another pair of arms around to hold the not-so-little man. My arms were so sore the next day!

Reid spent the rest of the week in California charming family and friends during the days. He enjoyed time with his Auntie Lisa (with fur-cousin Pierre here)

... and Auntie Pam - many thanks to Pam for carrying on a dance marathon with Reid so that I had a chance to eat my turkey dinner in peace! (And what a meal it was - thank you Lisa and Steve!)

He loves the ladies and they love him! And while his sleep patterns at home had gotten significantly better the week before we left, the change in environment wasn't working for him and he spent most of his nights keeping us awake. But on Thanksgiving Day, I had my revenge (as I always do) when I dressed the boy for his first Thanksgiving.

On the plane ride home, we didn't have a seat for Reid. He performed as instructed and fussed and cried loudly while the other passengers were boarding, so that everyone avoided our row and we had it all to ourselves. (We were flying Southwest, where there is no assigned seating.) Then he fell asleep on cue at takeoff and stayed that way for over an hour. When he woke up, we proceeded with the entertainment regimen, found cootie-free things to put in his mouth, watched a Baby Einstein DVD and stayed relatively quiet.

Before the flight as Reid was crying and being a nuisance I heard the guy behind me comment, "I guess I can't complain, I've got two of 'em at home." After the flight he smiled and told me, "He's a real good baby!" Yes, he is. Good job, Reid!

A Chill in the Air

I am loving my first winter! My Nana knitted me this cool little blue cap to keep my bald head warm. Mommy says it's not really all that cold since we live in the south, but she'll take any opportunity - like temperatures in the lower 60's - to put something on my head to enhance my cuteness.

I don't mind looking cute for mommy for a little while, but when she's not looking I really like letting it slip down over my eyes and giving my gang hand sign so I look like a super fly gangsta - talk about tough!!

12/10/08 update: Mommy takes it back about it not being that cold here - it's in the 30's today!!!

Absentee Blogger

I have been so remiss in updating the blog... so many pics, so many fascinating things to report (drool galore, some better nights, bonding with daddy, Reid's first plane trip, visiting Grandma and Aunt Lisa in California) since I last wrote, but so little time. Blog entries coming soon, I promise. Really. I hope.

Happy Halloween

I thought a lot on different things that Reid could be for Halloween. Of course turtle, bear and monkey were among the first ideas I had... but I thought it would be better to wait until a time when he can move around a bit more to unleash the animal costumes (and there will be animal costumes).

Reid knew something was up when I put him in this glittery green bodysuit this evening. A pea in a pod? A green bean? The not-so-jolly green mini me?

Nope. I settled on the more traditional - and more sedentary - Pumpkin! He didn't seem too thrilled about it, but I was!

I think he felt better when he saw that older brother Harvey had to wear one too. Here they are sizing eachother up:

Harvey is already being such a good influence on Reid, teaching him important lessons like "every now and then you just have to suck it up and wear something ridiculous to make Mommy happy in exchange for her putting up with all your crap (literally)."


In the end, I think Reid warmed up to it.

And Harvey, ever the showman, warmed the hearts of everyone on our evening walk. There were 6 or 7 dogs out at the local park, and Harvey had a blast running and playing with them. He actually seemed proud of his pumpkin costume (and yes, he was the only dog in costume). As one of the other dog owners commented, he was just "so full of joy." It's hard to capture the essence of Harvey on film, but here's a little snippet of him and one of his running buddies just so you can see our furry pumpkin in motion:

Happy Halloween from the Hamiltons!

Videos - Oops!

It has been brought to my attention that some (all?) people have not been able to play the videos I've posted thus far. I think that I've corrected the problem, so if you were not able to play them previously and you're interested you may want to revisit September's "That's How He Rolls" and October's "Nostalgia" posts to see if you can now view the videos!

Will post Halloween pics soon!

4 Months!

It's October 19th and I'm 4 months old! A coupla months ago, Mommy had a little talk with me. She said things weren't working out too well, and that I needed to show some improvement or she was gonna take me to the orfnuj. I don't know what a orfnuj is, but I don't wanna go there - I wanna stay with Mommy and Daddy and Harvey!

But I guess I was being kinda needy and crying a lot and just not that pleasant to be around. So anyway, Mommy gave me 'til my 4 month birthday to settle in and work on my bad attitude.



So I stopped crying so much and started smiling a whole bunch - Mommy and Daddy really like that! I 'specially smile a bunch first thing in the morning during cuddle time with Mommy and Daddy - they call it the morning cuteness.



But a few days ago, I started getting really nervous about October 19th coming up. So nervous that I haven't been able to sleep much this past week - I've been up 5-6 times a night worrying 'bout October 19th and the orfnuj!



I was trying to figure out what I could do to make 'em wanna keep me. What with me being so busy playin' and poopin' and rollin' around all the time, it's kinda hard to find the time to do anything special. But I thought about it and decided that since Mommy likes the morning cuteness, I'd give her even more morning cuteness! And since I haven't been able to sleep much anyway, that worked out great. So, for the past few mornings, I've made a special effort to wake up around 4 am. I cry for a while 'til Mommy comes to see me, and then I bust out a big ol' smile! Then I stay up for over an hour, just smiling and "talking" (I make really good sounds!) and being really cute. Awesome idea, right???



I thought so, but oddly enough Mommy hasn't really seemed all that into it. But I guess it must have worked because today Mommy said that even though I'm not into the whole sleep thing and we've gotta work on that, I'm making lots of progress in cuteness and sweetness and funniness and they're going to keep me so I don't have to go to the orfnuj! YAAAAY!

Hmmm, I wonder if this means I should keep up the 4am cuteness sessions...

Nostalgia

So, I know my baby is only 4 months old and we've got a long way to go before he's all grown up and I can legitimately wax nostalgic, but some good friends had a baby boy this past week (congrats Victoria and Martin!) and it brought on a wave of nostalgia for my tiny newborn. I turned to Ted and said, more than a little verklempt, "Remember when Reid was so tiny and did all those cute newborn things? He's growing up so fast!" He thought I was kidding... 'til he noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. Maybe I've still got some of those pregnancy hormones swimming around.

But I already miss that tiny little baby body - Reid has already put on almost 10 pounds, well more than doubling his birthweight. My back misses that tiny baby too, and I know he's not gonna get any smaller. And I miss how much he slept - naps for hours at a time! - even though it wasn't always at night. And I miss the "boob comas" (hi lips!). And I miss his cute little uncontrolled movements, like "spirit hands" as Ted and I jokingly called it when Reid would be laying there, fast asleep, and all of a sudden his little hands would fly up into the air for a quick shake before settling back down against his body.

There are plenty of things I won't miss for sure, but I can see why they say mothers quickly forget how hard the early days can be... because when you look back at the pictures, you can't hear the crying, or feel how unbelievably tired you were, or sense the isolation that caring for a newborn can create. You just see how cute they were. And while I'm still feeling really tired and frustrated and I sometimes wonder what I've gotten myself into, I'm sure someday I'll look back at "4 months" the same way.

For now, join me in my premature nostalgia and take a look at my little man here as he was at 3 weeks old (and, of course, my little schnauzer at 2 1/2 years old):

New Record!

9 hours, 4 minutes in Sleepytown! Yay Reid! Now if only your insomniac Mommy could sleep that long, or even half that long...

(10/14/08 UPDATE: Nope, no repeat performance. But maybe there's hope for one again soon... there's got to be, right?)

Sleep Deprivation

Sleep deprivation has a number of side effects, including failure to blog. I hope to add more pics and updates in the near future, but right now it's taking everything I've got to keep myself hydrated, nourished and relatively clean while keeping the little man all of the above plus happy in between his sporadic 40 minute naps.

Other side effects include inability to finish sentences, crankiness, tears, really bad hair, occasional lapses in personal hygiene, seriously flawed wardrobe choices, generalized mild insanity and, ironically, total and complete insomnia. I've gotten so out of whack that I can't even sleep when given the opportunity. So out of whack that sleep aids that used to help don't help. At all. I lay down and I hear the baby crying - even when the baby isn't crying. It's like there's a soundtrack of his cries that plays in my head all the freaking time.

Many thanks to my Mom and Dad who came down to help out this past week and give me a much-needed break. But while I got rest from dealing with the baby, I still didn't get much sleep - certainly not because they weren't willing to do whatever they could to let me sleep, but just because I can't. Mom even took over for a night of baby duty, and I did manage to string together a few hours of sleep with the help of my old friend Ambien and some earplugs, but not even a full night's worth when I had the chance. I woke up in the middle of the night and just tossed and turned 'til morning. What is wrong with me?

And so that is why I am blogging at 3 a.m. I decided I might as well be semi-productive in my sleepless state. As luck would have it, the baby's been sleeping now for the last 7 hours - his second longest stretch ever! Could we have a record by the end of the night? Could be, but it doesn't really matter to me because I can't sleep anyway. I really wish I'd taken that last half an Ambien...

But I know what you really want are pictures, so while I'm lacking proper brain function to put together clever commentary, here are a few of a little guy we like to call "the cutest baby in the world" (except for yours, of course):

And here's the whole family (minus the turtles, who couldn't be bothered to come in from the pond) celebrating the Longhorns' victory over the Sooners - Hook Em'!

Still sleeping - go, Reid, go!!!

Sleep Update

I believe it was a month ago tonight that Reid had his famed 8-hour sleep stretch, so I realized I should provide an update lest anyone be under the impression that that my boy has been "sleeping through the night" since then. No, that was a one-time thing. I've tried to figure out what special thing I might have done that made the difference that night, but I think it was just an aberration. He was sleeping a good 5-6 hour stretch starting at 9 pm most nights for a while, and that was pretty good, but that trend seems to have ended. We've regressed back to 2-3 hour stretches for the past several nights. Don't know why.

Tonight he's thrown me for a loop again. He usually doesn't go down for the night until 8:30 - 9:00 pm, but tonight he surprised me by falling asleep at 7:20... and so far he's been asleep for almost 2 hours. So is he down for the night, or will he wake up at 10 pm bright-eyed and ready to play? Just another wild and crazy Saturday night for the Hamiltons...

Ike

We survived Ike! Thanks to all who have inquired as to our safety and that of our home.

Ted and I were actually in L.A. for the weekend for his sister Lisa's wedding, while Reid and Harvey hung out with Nana and Grumps in Dallas. The turtles stayed behind to weather the storm and hold down the fort. They did a great job, all things considered. Our yard was pretty trashed but our home is fine other than the food in the refrigerator/freezer and a little water damage to the hardwoods in front of the refrigerator. We feel very lucky. Here is Harvey, surveying his hurricane-ravaged domain upon our return home:

The trip to Dallas was Reid's first road trip! He wasn't sure what to think about that. He had a couple of crying fits along the way (one that about had me in tears as well), but overall he was a trooper. I probably would cry too if you strapped me down in a cramped rear-facing carseat where I couldn't even see out the window and drove for hours. But as they say, safety first! Here he is at a stop in New Waverly, Texas, feeling cautiously optimistic after a much needed diaper change and a meal (note the full belly):

The trip was worth it as he had a great time with Nana and Grumps, and they with him:

Ted and I returned to Dallas and stayed there for a few days until we got word of the return of power to our home. We are very fortunate that we got power back within a few days after the storm. Many are still without it around the city. Walking around the neighborhood has been sort of surreal. There are fallen trees and power lines everywhere. Here are some pictures I took around our 'hood:

We hope no children were playing on this playground at the time of the hurricane...

We're very glad to be back home, safe and sound, and hope that those remaining powerless in Houston will see it restored and be back to normal soon.

That's How He Rolls

Reid surprised us by rolling over from his tummy to back on Friday. Guess all that tummy time is paying off. Mommy, Daddy, and Harvey were all present for the big event. So far, he's only rolled to his left side. Despite this minor shortcoming, we are very, very proud. See exciting video of an encore performance here:

Obviously he wasn't quite as excited about it as we were.

Boob Man

Milk. It does a body good.

Yummy.

Sleep Report

Brought to you by Reid...

Yesterday Mommy kept trying to get me to take a nap, but I didn't want to. Like I always say, life's too short for long naps! If you ask me, she's the one who needs a nap - she looks really beat lately.

So last night I accidentally slept for an 8-hour stretch (well, I'm rounding up, but it was pretty close). That's the longest I've ever slept in my whole life! Mommy could have slept that long too, 'cept that she kept getting up and checking to make sure I was still breathing. Of course I was - she's so silly! She seemed really happy about it anyway. Personally, I was really hungry and annoyed with myself for dropping the ball.



This morning, Mommy said she felt like celebrating. A celebration - oh boy-o-boy! I love celebrations! I'm so excited I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight!

10 Weeks

Happy Birthday Reid!

Reid is 10 weeks old today. He's a baby, so he can get away with celebrating weekly birthdays. Everybody says, "Has it been 10 weeks? Oh my gosh, it doesn't seem like it's been that long!" Oh. Yes. It. Does. A very long, exhausting, monotonous, and frustrating 10 weeks. But the boy is getting bigger and stronger, sleeping a little bit longer, smiling a little more often, and giving me just enough reason to keep him around a little while longer and see what happens next.

Be good to your mama, little man.

Something to Look Forward To

Today I took Reid on his first trip to Target - very exciting! Unfortunately, he started crying and we had to leave quickly without purchasing anything in order to avoid an embarrassing shrieking meltdown scene. Crying at Target? Is he really my child?

But anyway, before we left I was reminded of the very BEST part about having a baby. As I was wandering around the baby section I rounded a corner and there they were: baby Halloween costumes! If Target merchandisers think it's time for me to start thinking about Reid's Halloween costume in August, who am I to resist? I don't know what he will be yet but you can bet he will be dressing up, like it or not (and more than likely not, if his current temperament is any indication). Maybe he and Harvey can have matching costumes... suggestions welcomed.

A Big Day for Reid

Reid had his 2-month checkup yesterday, which included his first round of vaccinations. I'll let him tell you about his day...

7:00 am - What a great day! Why does Mommy look so tired? I had three 3-hour naps last night - I feel grrrreat!

Why does she keep saying we're going to the doctor? What doctor? I don't need a doctor. Didn't I just say I feel grrrreat?

I'm just gonna keep being cute to show her how good I feel... then maybe we won't have to go to the doctor.

What's she talking about now? Shots? What's a shot... uh-oh, I don't like the sound of this...



Later that afternoon...

Aw shucks, that wasn't so bad. The doc just checked me out and said I'm doing great. Guess I put on some weight 'cause he said I'm "built like a Suburban." Haha, he's funny! Here I am sitting on Daddy's lap at the doc's office - check out my chins! I'm all ready to go home now. Wait, I think I hear somebody coming...


Nobody told me the nurse was coming back with a yucky rotovirus cocktail and five giant needles to stick in my thighs! I think I took it pretty well though.

What an exhausting day. Those shot thingies made me really sleepy (not to mention all that crying) and I crashed out when I got home. Mommy said she wants me to have shots everyday, but you can bet I'm gonna let her know how I feel about that as soon as I wake up...