Shots, Shmots

I love that getting Owen's immunizations doesn't phase him a bit... Sure he cries from the shock of a needles stabbing his thigh, but within a few moments, he's fine again. So far, cross your fingers, he has never had a "bad" reaction, and he'll just play and play for the rest of the day as if nothing ever happened that morning.

Here he is, very proud of himself that he's pushed his slide and box right where he needs them.

A self portrait of me, Owen and the Mariner Moose. Doug bought the moose for Owen when he was still in utero... Owen hugs and kisses Moose daily.

How do you get your Moose to hold a block and a book on top of his head? Push them all down the slide of course. (the block is hidden by the book)