Shots.

Welp- today was one of those dreaded doctor appointments where they inject your son with a sharp metal object not once but three times.

yeah.

I couldn’t bear to ‘restrain’ him myself so i brought Scott with me to do the fearless fatherly duties.

because, lets be honest. i’m a wimp when it comes to needles

and so you asking me to restrain my son while you stick him with something i know will make him cry out in sheer pain is not going to happen.

but it’s all for his benifit.

he needs them-

According to the hubs, he cried for all like 3 seconds and then stopped once he was back in daddies arms

what a champ! He defiantly takes after his papa when it comes to that.