Then the technician started giving the immunizations, and the entire hospital paused for a moment as they tried to figure out if someone was actually being skinned alive or if the audiology department was manufacturing high pitched sounds as some sort of prank. Dogs for miles around set up a den of barking, and I think the earth may have stopped spinning for a moment. It was THAT. LOUD.
She was almost too upset to pick a sticker, and as we walked through the hospital she refused to roll down her shorts. I wish I had a picture of her hobbling down the hall holding her shorts up so they didn't touch her bandaids, with snot and tears on her face and a lollipop hanging out of her mouth. Really just pathetic. When we got outside she started to tear up again and told me that the wind was hurting her boo-boos. She was also upset that the bandaids were "boy" bandaids, and wanted them off as soon as possible. On the ride home, she made arrangements for sleeping on her back tonight so that she wouldn't stain her sheets with blood. She's a deep thinker.
Feeling a little better after removing her shorts altogether, she posed for a quick picture to show the people just how many shots she got today.
Totally unrelated to the shots heard round the world, are these two pictures of my handsome baby. I have 10 days left to refer to him as a baby and I'm going to squeeze in as many baby references as I can.
And because I care about you, I want to make you feel really good about yourself. Because chances are, your sink does not look like this.
And mine does.
(Is it weird that when my sink is a mess, I take a picture of it instead of doing something about it? I've also been known to take a picture of the inside of the microwave on it's