Very Best Friend

I took Baby George to the dr today for his six-month check-up. He needed his next round of shots, so he got two of them. Luckily, he is good with shots and cried for all of five seconds. So that's not what bothered him.

Prior to the shots, Dr. Suzy was poking and prodding, peeking in his ears and eyes; you know, the usual. This didn't sit well with Prince George, so he began to scream. He turned red. Overall, he was not happy. Not happy at all. Everyone within a 12-mile radius probably knew how unhappy he was.

Until mommy picked him up; er, rescued him as I'm sure he likes to think.

I picked him up and he promptly buried his head in my neck, drooled all over me, and stopped crying. He then looked up and gave Dr. Suzy and I a big, toothless grin. Dr. Suzy smiled and said, "George knows mommy is his very best friend".

I'd like to think so. :)