As of today, my little boy is 14 lbs. 3oz. and 26 inches long! That means that in 4 months, he has gained 6lbs and 6.5 inches. I cannot believe how fast he is growing!
So, after we chatted with the Doc about rashes (just dry skin, no worries), solids (yay! he likes them!), and milestones (he's rolling both ways, and trying to sit unassisted), the Doc finished up his exam, and it was time for the dreaded shots. [Insert appropriately tense music here]*
Poor Miles. He never saw it coming. One minute, he's smiling and cooing at the nurse, who is totally melting over those oh-so-long eyelashes, and the next, he's screaming in agony and disbelief because that beautiful nurse has just stabbed him in the thigh - three times!
As soon as it was over, I picked him up and cuddled him, and shoved a bottle in his mouth. After a few seconds, the comforting yumminess of the the bottle outweighed the temporary discomfort of the shots. His cries ceased as he nommed away, and by the time we left, he was flirting with the receptionist.
That's my boy! :)
*It is one of life's greatest tragedies that my real life doesn't have a soundtrack like in the movies. I mean, think of how much easier it would be to make the right decisions. You start to open the door, thinking it's your friend. Cue scary music. You run and hide under your bed and call 911 instead. Horrible slasher-movie death scene avoided.**
**Unless it was really just that creepy guy who works for UPS. . . I think he would cue the scary music, too. . .