It's my birthday!

Apparently when you are a baby, you get LOTS of birthdays! This one is a big one, though.  I was so excited that I woke up with smiles and wiggles in the morning.  Aren't I a cutie?

We had a very busy day, but it wasn't all good parties like last week.  I had to visit Dr. Cold Hands, which made me miss Second Breakfast (it's a real thing, look it up).  So I had to suffer in the over-heated doctor's office, starving to death.  Why do you always have to be naked at the doctor's office? Can't they see you with your clothes on?

On top of all that, I didn't understand that it was an extra-long visit because I was going to be stabbed in the legs... three times!  Mom said it would keep me healthy, but I'm not so sure about all of that.  It still hurt!  Dad was able to rock me until I passed out in a trauma-coma and woke up at grandma's house where I FINALLY was able to eat.  I napped most of the afternoon as I tried to recover from the ordeal, but my legs still hurt.  They would wake me up while I was sleeping, causing me to whimper and cry out.  Mom said the evening time afterwards was harder to handle than when I actually got my "shots."  Mom gave me lots of snacks and cuddles to get me through to bedtime, so that part was nice, but I still don't see why I had to go to the doctor's in order to get cuddles.  Overall, my 7week birthday was much nicer than this one.  Presents are better than shots.  I did get good growth reports from the doctor.  I'm still gaining weight like I'm supposed to and I'm 90th percentile for my height.  My head is still an enormous noggin' but that's to be expected with my genetics (Thanks, Mom and Dad, you big-headed monsters).

I sometimes get the messy milk mouth when I fall asleep while eating

Mom says that we'll take my birthday picture tomorrow since today was so eventful and distressing.