Getting shots sucks

Today started like any other day. Wake up, change, breakfast, play for a little bit and off to day care. But when daddy came back to get me in the middle of the day, I thought we were going someplace fun. Turns out daddy was taking me to the doctor for my 1 year check up.

It started out fine. My doctor's office has a fish tank, toys and books in the waiting room. Even when we got into the exam room, things were still okay. I got weighed and measured. Here're my stats:

• Weight: 23lbs 14oz (75th percentile)
• Length: 30 and 3/4 inches (75th percentile)

I got to walk around the exam room and show off my skills to the doctor. Daddy entertained me while mommy and nice doctor discussed stuff like weaning me from a bottle, introducing cow's milk, nuts, egg whites and fish into my diet and my growing dis-like for veggies.

I thought I was home free, but then the nurse came and gave me 2 shots. One in each leg. Boohoo! Sniff, sniff...