Poor Miss Tess had her one year old "well child" check up. Not a good day for her. At. All.
She is 20 lbs and 30 inches, this is 25% in weight and 98% in height. And has in these percentiles since birth. Let's all hope that this is going to be a lifelong weight/height ratio. How lucky for her.
Then the shots. Holy cow did she have a hard time with it! Bless her. Bram never seemed too bothered by the shots. At all really, I guess a high pain threshold is one of the perks of being the spawn of Satan.
She is totally konked out now and I keep checking on her to make sure there is no allergic reaction to the MMR shot. I don't really know what that would be because I never read the packets they give you, but I think I will know it when I see it.
That is the excitement of our day. Tonight I am going to eat at the Tamale King again. HOLY FAT ASS COCO!!!! It is going to be a greasy cheese fest. And what makes it even more pathetic is that I have been looking forward to Tamale King for two weeks.
That is some kind of wild isn't it?