I’ve been a super lazy blogger this week. There really is no real reason, other than this:
Not only did Kellan and I have our first solo-middle-of-the-week outing to Babies R Us (obviously) to exchange some clothes for a bigger size and to the grocery store…
We also had the dreaded two month well baby checkup.
He’s in the 50th percentile for weight, 75th for height and 96th for head circumference (OMG). Basically, he’s tall and skinny with a giant head.
Tim said he and I both have big heads.
I have no idea what he’s talking about.
Also at the checkup? Shots. Lots of shots.
I knew they were coming…I just had no idea I’d react the way I did.
I was sitting in one of the chairs while Tim held Kellan’s arms as he laid on the table thing and then two nurses, one on either side, counted to three and then stuck him.
I have never heard a worse sound in my entire life. That scream….will haunt me forever. And Tim was torn up because Kellan was looking right at him when it happened and his eyes basically said: “Why are you letting this happen to me?!”
I took Kellan from Tim, tried to nurse him and then after a few unsuccessful seconds, gave him his binkie. As he calmed down I looked at Tim and was all, “I’m going to cry.”
He didn’t think I was serious until he saw tears rolling down my cheeks.
Then he almost started crying because I was crying and Kellan was still whimpering.
That was the most awful day ever.
The shot-gate aftermath:
He slept most of yesterday, but managed to bust this out for me…little trooper he is:
And I know
invert (autocorrect fail) never post videos….but this happened yesterday morning and it’s too cute not to share. The beginning is the best…kinda tapers off from there…
My voice is weird, I know. It’s my “I’m talking to Kellan” baby voice.
I’m getting a haircut this weekend. I’m going to ask for the sexy mommy style. Whatever that is.