This morning I had to do the one thing I know every parent has to hate. I had to take my boy in for his 15 mo. shots, six of them.
Behind my huge muscles and extremely rough exterior (get the sarcasm?) there is a very gentle, loving and caring person. Ok I am a mammas boy. Anyways I couldn't tell who those shots hurt worse... Jordan or me. With every poke and prick he felt, I felt it too. And when they finished he looked at me as if he was going to say, "You, you are the one that did this to me!" Shortly there after he let me hold him tight, but not too tight. Those little chicken legs of his are pretty sore!
The funniest part about this whole shot ordeal is how convenient it is that my better half can never seem to get work off for these doctor appointments. That's ok, Summer 1, Chase 0. Game on.
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