|From December 2009|
Every Friday evening (pretty much), he and I go to Whole Foods to buy a few groceries. It happens to be during their Friday night free sample time and so we see the same people doing demos every week. He sees the same people every week. And every time we go he is very serious and rarely gives smiles unless I start making faces at him.
On Wednesday he had his 15-month check-up. He was very good, as he always is, throughout the check-up. Very serious. Let the doctor do her thing and check his ears and tummy etcetera. He got 4 shots (his second dose of H1N1 and regular flu, chicken pox and MMR). He made it through the first shot without a peep but gave some big round tears after the 2nd, 3rd and 4th. Then we had to go across the street to the lab to get some blood drawn (we suspect a peanut allergy but maybe not, who knew there was a blood test for peanut allergies?) We weren't exactly looking forward to that. They take the blood from his arm just like they would with an adult.
He was his serious self even though we were the only people there so the two nurses were making faces at him and trying to get him to crack a smile. Nope. Serious face. But then we went to the chair and Jen held him in a nice bear hug and I held his hand and the nurse gave him a sticker (before getting the blood) and rolled up his sleeve and did the tourniquet thing and stuck the needle in and he just watched it while I said, "look how cool" and we laughed and he still didn't crack a smile but he didn't even flinch. Maybe being serious is a good thing.
|From Thanksgiving 2009|