Day One Hundred and Seventy One: Dreaded Day

Well today was Jude's 2 month visit to the doctor, so you know what that means:

SHOTS!

I was prepared thanks to my friends, and gave him a little Tylenol before we went. First of all, the boy is huge. Not huge fat, just big. He is in the 95% of height and 75% weight. He is going to dominate. So the nurse comes in and tells me it will be fine and I explain that I am not one of those moms who will break down and cry... Get over it. Your kid needs shots. It is a part of life... I am just anxious. She laughed and told me she loves it when she sees that we are coming in because Z and I are her favorites. I love when we hear that. People tell us that all the time. The secret? He is my BEST friend and we have each other's backs 100%. Sidebar, yes, but in all of the relationships I have been in this one is different because we are such good friends. So, secret to success people... Consider this my free advice.... :) Anyway, She shoots him in one leg, and then in the other. I see him tense up, straighten out, and turn red from holding in his cry. He lets out a big wail and then she hands him to me and he looks at me like, "Hey mom! That wasn't too bad!" SERIOUSLY??? I was prepared for World War Three and he cries worse when he is hungry! My Jude, a little champion. God, I love this kid.