PJ had a check-up at the doctor this morning, and he got his flu shot. I also got one there. I swear I will never get a flu shot from anyone else. Nurses who are used to giving shots to tiny babies all day give the best shots. PJ hardly wimpered when he got his.
BabyN needed to finish up his shots too, two more of his 12-month ones. The poor thing was already tired, so he didn’t handle them so well. He fussed all the way back out to the car, and nothing I did comforted him.
He was fine as soon as he got a long nap, but I’m starting to think the spots on his legs are bothering him again. I put him down for a nap quite a while ago, and he’s still fussing in his room on and off. That is highly unusual. I think I’m about to give up on his afternoon nap and hold him until he feels better.
At least he’ll probably want to go to bed early tonight. We have another busy day tomorrow that starts quite early, so I won’t argue with an early bedtime for any of us.