Babies are full of surprises.
Today we had to go get The Boy's blood drawn for his 9-month check-up. No parent wants to do this. Extract blood from an infant? My god, these days I can't even change his diapers or clothing without him pitching a fit. We've definitely hit this stage where he makes a stink when forced to do something he's not up for. He whines, cries and flails all over the place. We might have an easier time changing the cat, claws and all.
So today was not going to be fun. Mr. Jarcy went in with him while I stayed in the waiting room wishing I had a bottle of Vicodin. Only one parent--the "holder"--was allowed in while they drew his blood.
Well guess what... HE DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A PEEP! Not one sound emitted from that child, not a one. He seemed intrigued by the whole thing actually. What's in my arm, is that a needle? Hmmm, that's interesting. The lab technicians were just as thankful as we were I think.
Then we came home and he played too close to a stack of left over boxes that scared the shit out of him.
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