James is two months old today. We went in for his checkup this morning and Young One weighed in at 15lbs 4oz and 25'' long. Healthy and happy, he flirted with his doctor by cooing, burbling, gurgling, and then passing wind. He seemed very pleased with himself. She was completely charmed but, being a good doctor, still sent him on to get his shots.
I told him as we walked down the hall that we were headed to get some shots but he must not have been paying attention because he was surprised and VERY unhappy when he got them. Happily, he only stayed that bright,bright red color for a few seconds before he decided he should take a break from crying and breath again. After that, he settled down into his carseat and passed out (fell asleep, that is). I imagine that sort of trauma would make anyone sleep. He seems to have the ability to sleep when it's all just too much to handle. Not a bad defense mechanism, I'd say. From what I can tell his dream world is probably much more fun anyway. I swear he almost giggled in his sleep the other day.
Sweet dreams, little one. We love you.
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