My 2-Month Vaccinations

Today I'm 2 months and 1 week old, and I'm happy as a clam. (What's a clam?) I've been impressing Mom and Dad with cooing and kicking and smiling. I'm over 10 pounds and living up to my new nickname of "chubster." Now that my diaper rash has cleared up, I actually enjoy diaper change time. I also love it when Dad does the "unicycle" and Mom sings to me. Plus, Yiayia and Situ spoil me with baby spas daily.

Could life get any better? Well, my parents tried to mess with a good thing when they took me to the doctor to get my 2-month vaccinations. I won't bore you with the details, but I needed an oral dose and three shots that covered seven vaccines. Apparently injecting viruses into my body makes me healthier. This sounds like the exact opposite of what Alex and Nikki have been protecting me from so far.

When we got to the doctor, I thought maybe I'd fake everyone out and take a nap. No one wants to wake a sleeping baby, right? I double dare you! They weren't falling for it, and my Old Lady stripped me down to my diaper to prep. Waaaahhhh! It's cold! Hold me! Don't put me down on that cold table!!! Waaaahhhh!....Hmmm, this oral vaccine doesn't taste like milk, but it's pretty sweet. Mmmm. Okay where was I? Oh yeah: Waaaaahhhhhh! Hoooooollllld meeeeeee!!!!.... Ahhh, that's better.

Dad, how come YOU are crying? Wait, did I just get three shots? That was nothing! Lying helpless on my back half-naked is worth crying about, but shots are easy! Clearly I am my Mother's daughter. Toughen up, Dad, the next round is coming up soon. Save the crying for me!

Love,
Zoe.

PS Even though I got three shots I can still stand!