Lola had her 18-month check up today.
We were a little worried about how she would take it, since she's been so sick and cranky this week.
So how did it go?
I'll let the pictures do the talking.
Poor kid started screaming the second we put her on the crinkly paper in the exam room.
Which, by the way, makes great wrapping paper if you are trying to save money -- according to a lady in our ward.
And yes, I'm serious.
Dr. Allred walked in amidst her screams, only to say, "Hey! She's acting just like an 18-month-old!"
Bless that man.
For the first time in her life (and mine), I actually stayed in the room while she got her shots.
In fact, I not only stayed in the room, I held her while the horrible deed took place.
Somebody get me a blue ribbon, stat.
I do believe she would have remained traumatized for life had it not been for Costco's berry smoothie and some down time with cousin Easton.
What a day.