Following class we managed to squeeze in two stops and a hot dog, before heading to your 4 year old checkup.
Dr. says everything is looking good. (So thankful) You wore your gown and even remembered to wear your underwear! You handled your two shots without making a peep and walked out with 2 stickers and a pencil! Our little brave 98/98 baby! 
47 lbs and a few inches shy of Jacob. Your face just beamed when I told you I was so proud of you! You were impressed too with your pain tolerance...
Little did you know that later on a tiny cut on your finger mixed with an alcohol swab by your brother would send you screaming as if you were trying out for the hallelujah chorus! Jacob sure felt bad about that one.
I don't have a picture of the sweetest moment tonight. So I have to describe it so I won't forget. Click!
You and Jacob were sitting on the floor with his first aide kit out and he was taking care of your cut. He even put a plastic glove on so he "didn't get your germs." His first bambabe attempt didn't hold so well and that caused him to use a alcohol wipe to the first aid cream off. Oops.
Oh what a night.
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