This is my face after the doc told me it was time for my six month shots.
Please note big sister’s face. She so does not care that I am about to suffer. She’s just planning out which sticker the nurse will give her for being such a good support. Psh.
I love when big sister plays with me.
Well, most of the time. Sometimes I don’t like her games very much.
Lip gloss and hair bows are seriously not my thing.
But at the end of the day, when we snuggle in her bed for story time, I am glad she is my big sister.
Grammie and Grandpa came to visit. They are pretty fun, and they totally adore me.
I think I totally adore them too. Especially Grammie.
I’ve mastered a few new skills.
Mom is so proud of me, but she says there is one skill she would really really like for me to master….
Big sister came with me to my four month doctor appointment. She didn’t seem to be too sad that I had to get shots, but she did tell me that she got shots when she was a baby. Somehow that did make me feel better. Well, that and my very soft bunny blanket.
Hey mom, loving this new toy. Loving these new blue jeans!
Psst. Psst. Those were both mine. Girl jeans. Girl toys.
Mom. Um. What?
Sigh.
There is this thing called a picnic.
It can happen outside.
It can happen inside, too.
But basically, wherever it happens, it consists of laying flat on your back on a blanket watching your big sister eat food you aren’t allowed to eat.
At least inside picnics don’t have the problem of blinding sunshine.
Yeah, not sure I understand the appeal of the whole picnic thing.
I am a bit of a pacifist, starting from my earliest days.
Sometimes my pacifism gets dropped, but I am fortunate enough to have someone older and wiser guide me back to my pacifist ways.
I know she was once a pacifist, but she also probably just doesn’t like to hear me complain.
I won’t fight her help.
I fell asleep the other day and had the weirdest dream. Then I woke up and realized it wasn’t a dream.
Sigh. Someday I will be able to defend myself.
You may think my life is all cuddles and fireplaces.
But here is the rest of the story:
A twizzle dog, a big sister, a movie played yet again, and toys dangerously shoved in my face.
I try to not let that all get in the way of my beauty sleep, though.