Today mommy took me to the doctor. She brought Grandma Libby along, so that was fun. But I did not like my visit one bit! I thought that if I was nice and didn't cry the whole time that maybe I wouldn't get poked in the leg with that needle again... I was wrong! So very wrong!
I knew it was coming when they striped me down and put me on that cold scale again. I was 17.8 pounds and they called me "chunky" like I wasn't listening. Hello, I'm right here? To get back at them I peed on exam table.
When the nurse came in with all the needles, I knew I was in trouble. She tried to trick me by saying I only had three shots, but one of them I had to swallow. That was even worse! But I tried to be good and mommy held me tight. Good thing I don't have to come back here for six months!
My battle wounds!