Sage…my darling girl.

Today was Sage’s two-year check-up.

She let the Dr. listen to her heart-beat without screaming.

She let him check her ears without screaming.

She let him look in her mouth without screaming.

She was being totally NON-TWO for a short period of time.

And then.

The nurse came in to do the finger-prick and administer 3 (yes 3) shots.

Holy crap. The kid was mortally wounded by the assault on her.

So she thought.

I am not one of those mom’s that gets too emotional about that stuff. Why? Because I am doing what is best for them (in my opinion…they are my kids after all).

If my kid needs a shot to help save their life—GIVE IT TO THEM. If it helps them in anyway prevent an illness that I cannot? GIVE IT TO THEM.

So why did I go off on that little tangent?

Because I know some Mom’s in the waiting room couldn’t believe that I was holding Sage and smiling and giving her forehead kisses while she was screaming “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She was fine after a little bit. It isn’t so much the pain from the shots that bothers the kids the most. It is the fact that I let it happen to them at all…at least that’s what I think. She totally perked up…as evidenced in the photos above. Her legs are a little sore. But if it helps her little (BIG) life?

Suh-weet.

Oh---I almost forgot!

Her measurements:

Height: 70%—33 1/2 inches

Weight: 25%—24 1/2 pounds

What does that mean?

My kid is long and skinny.

And more importantly…she’s healthy.