So this was the extent of Finn's birthday.
The plans for Finn's bday celebration were canceled
as I spent the majority of my day snuggling and rocking Greyson.
Little Grey Grey got his first set of shots this morning.
I am a wimp.
I cried.
I am convinced that it hurt me more than it hurt him.
He was over it pretty quickly.
When we got into the car to head home Jay turned to me and asked,
Babe! Are you still crying?!
Grey isn't even crying anymore.
Well, you would be crying too if you were the one who had to restrain him
while he was forced to guzzle down some liquid crap and then
poked three times in his little innocent legs with massive needles!!!
Note: I may have slightly exaggerated when I referred to the shots as massive needles.
In the past 9 weeks I have quickly discovered
how I absolutely hate it when he hurts.
Hating it does not even come close to describing the ache in my heart.
Jay often tells me that he fears for the life
of anyone who messes with our children.
I usually respond back with my brilliant plan of wrapping Greyson up
in bubble wrap and keeping him hidden in our closet.
There he shall be safe!
Jay insists this is not an option.
Hopefully he'll get on board soon.
;)
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