Today I took Aidan in for his 12 month well baby visit. That meant lots and lots of shots... six to be exact. One in each arm, two in each leg. When the nurse stuck in the first needle into his arm he didn't do anything. When she did the second arm he looked at her like...why would you do that. Then the first set of two in his leg, he got all panicky...he had figured out this game and didn't like it much. At this point though there was no crying or tears. When she went for the second leg, last two shots. He waited until she was done and screamed and cried for just a second. Long enough for two tears to come out. Then he stopped. Looked at the nurse and basically fell out of my hands and went to her. He gave her a big hug, pulled away, hit her on the chest, had quiet a mouthful of Ewok to say (he is very talkative just in a language I don't speak, Brian says it sounds like Ewok), then smiled at her, gave her a second hug and then wanted down off of her lap. He hasn't cried since.
This story is just to illustrate what a brave amazing baby boy I have.
As we left the nurse said that she thought he was adorable. I agree. I also think that Aidan still loves her, and now that they worked through there problems, everything will be fine between them. Cute huh!
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