Vaccinations suck.
My sweet little girl wailed like a banshee when the needles pierced her little meaty thighs four (!) times.
I was at a nice little baby shower this morning and one of the ladies there came and scooped my baby up in her arms and exclaimed, "Oh, you’re so cute, baby Avelyn!" Sweet, right? The thing is
Avelyn rolled over today.
I missed it.
I set her on her tummy while I darted to the bathroom and when I returned she was on her back, legs kicking wildly as she stared at the ceiling.
Ten pounds, twelve ounces. Go, baby, go!
All went well at Avelyn’s eight week check up today.
I suppose it is inevitable that the only time my baby would sleep for longer than an 11 minute stretch would be when I am pushing her in her stroller on our 5 km jaunt.