Yesterday was a rough one. Started off fine - I went to the YMCA and hung out with the other kids there while mom took a class. I had a bath. I went to see my new doctor.
They weighed me. On a real baby scale. Chunkin' up - nearly 12 lbs. Puts me at the 70th percentile. (I'm also 23" tall - 75th percentile, and my head is 15.75" - also the 75th percentile. Above average but not obnoxiously so. Subtle. That's me.)
Dad joined us. I was happy to see him - of course - and did some jumping.
And then, out of nowhere, they stuck me! Twice! The nerve?! To show them how I felt, I cried like I never cried before. It worked. Mom cried too.
So Dad took over and walked me out of that awful place.
I have been above average following the appointment as well - exhibiting not one, but two of the vaccine reactions. I'm sleepy (reaction) and when I'm not sleeping, I'm fussing (reaction). It's hard on all of us but at least now Mom and Dad know what a good baby I am normally!
