Squeaker's Not Happy

When my oldest, Booger,  used to go in to the doctor's for her routine check ups and vaccines, she used to scream bloody murder from the moment the shot was administered until we fed her something.and she passed out.  Nothing else would calm her down.   I really worried at the time that she was either a) in horrible pain and I was the worst mother ever, or b) my daughter was a total wimp.

 (note) random child is not related to me...

This fear has resolved itself as she routinely throws herself off of things and then laughs.  Oh yeah, she's shaping up to be a tough, fearless little dare-devil.

Today was Squeaker's doctor appointment.  Poor kid got stuck twice in her right leg, and once in her left.  She also got that little squirt bottle in the mouth as soon as she started crying. 

Now, this kid is tough, way more so that Booger was at the same age.  Once I picked her up and cuddled her a bit it went form the horrible crying to little whimpers, but she has been incredibly clingy ever since.

Take a nap?  No!
Play on the rug with toys?  NO!
Bounce in her jumper?  HELL NO!
Have Mommy cart her around everywhere?  Yep.  That's cool.

On another note, my living room once again resembles a junk yard.  Booger decided there was absolutely no reason for all the neatness and organization.  She dumped out all her giant legos and is now sitting in the bucket watching cartoons.

Squeaker is starting to get a little fever.  It's to be expected, but that also usually means a long night.