Today is a doctor day. I got a physical this morning in preparation of our impending health coverage cut-off, Ethan had his yesterday. Later I'll be taking Ro to get checked out because I am a paranoid, perfect mommy who is afraid her baby is ill.
Even though her doctor time isn't until this afternoon, Rosanna joined us in getting stabbed with the flu virus. She did better than I, not even a flinch. The look on her face was severely disapproving, yet there were no tears. I, however, felt like I wanted to cry. OUCH! Was the nurse was so distracted by my beautiful child- they all were oogling, cooing and making scrunchy nosed faces- that she stuck me with too much force? It sure felt that way *whimper*. So while my arm is still throbbing (possible exaggeration) hours later, Ro is crawling vigorously around on her stuck leg. I'm glad I created a child less wimpy than I.
Since then, she is waffling back and forth between tiredness and the excitement of the newly mobile. This lovely combination results in faces like this: