Me: " The poem goes... (blah blah blah) ...sugar and spice, and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of." Finn: "No they're not." Me: "Oh? What are they made of?" Finn: "Meat."
Freya had a barfy stomach virus. Barely sick for her first year, and she's had like three different viruses in the past month. It has passed now. But in the meantime, SURPRISE, my husband has diabetes!
Yesterday was a rough morning for Freya. One-year checkup, including three shots and two finger sticks for lead/hemoglobin testing. She was so unhappy. I have to bring her back next week for two more shots because of some new guidelines about not giving flu and PCV shots at the same time. Poor baby
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