Bulking Up, Shots, and Uncle Steve

Boy did I feel yucky yesterday! Today I'm much happier!

What do bulking up, shots, and Uncle Steve have in common? Yesterday!

Yesterday, I found out that I now weigh 9 lbs. 13 1/2 oz. and am 22 1/2 inches. My mom was so proud--she even gave me a high five (I'm still learning how to high five back--that skill has not been conquered).

Yesterday I also got my 2 month shots. That was so not fun! My face turned beet red and I screamed so hard no sound came out. The nurse had to tell me to breathe. I got two shots in my left leg and one in the right. The nurse was very quick--I hardly knew what was happening until it was over, and then I knew it just hurt.

Yesterday I also met my Uncle Steve for the first time. He's pretty cool and even showed up in a tie--just for me! I felt bad for Uncle Steve though because I was pretty fussy--I felt yucky from those shots. Uncle Steve was kind and still held me--at least until I started to scream. Finally, Mommy gave me some baby Tylenol and then I was out for the rest of the evening. I feel much better today--what a relief! I even smiled for Uncle Steve before he had to head back home. I'm going to my Mimi and PaPa's this weekend and Uncle Steve is planning on being there too. I'm looking forward to visiting and seeing Mimi and PaPa's new house.

Well, yesterday was indeed full as are most days. This growing up stuff is pretty exhausting, but I'm rolling with it.