Faith had her 15 month check up. And 15 months means shots. She was not at all happy about that. It was also one of those lucky days that I had to take all the kids and the doctors were running nearly an hour behind. She is doing well. A healthy 26 pounds and 33 inches. Kissably chubby.
When it was time for this poor darling to get 3 or 4 shots it was not nice. We had to hold her down I grabbed her little arms Gregory kept kissing her face and the nurses held her legs and poked them. But Smiley well he screamed just as loud as she. But his screams were in her defense. "Stop, Stop! Stop hurting my best best friend. Don't hurt Faithy!" Then he hit the nurses.
The love of the little ones.