Bad Case of Lovin' You

Mason's six month doctor's visit was this morning. My big boy weighed in at a whooping twenty-one pounds seven ounces, and a respectable twenty-eight and one quarter inches. His cold seems to be coming to an end, so I decided to go ahead with a shot. After the usual debate with the doctor ("No, we don't want the Polio vaccine". "Yes, I know what Polio is". "No, no flu shots either, thanks".) he got one quick shot and a Snoopy bandaid and that was that.

Whether it's a bad case of the sniffles or a shot, nothing can bring Mase down.