Janey is 3 months old now, and she reminds of a baby doll. She is just so cuddly but still a little floppy, getting chubbier-boy did she hit a growth spurt in the last week and filled out considerably. She smiles all the time, and laughs too. Her brothers can finally feel like she is communicating with them and they love to sit and talk with her. And talk she does. Talks up a storm. She will tell story after story and hardly waits for our replies, before she starts up again with all the latest goings-on here on Clover Lane.
Today she goes for her first shots. Yes, I am late. I am OK with being a little late. I am always very nervous about all these immunizations, but at the same time, I know they are important. (Most of them are important...I get the basic package, not the "every year we add a new one" package. My doctor is awesome and I appreciate that we can intelligently converse about my paranoia.)
My boys never seemed to care to much about shots. I think a few of them didn't even cry. But I remember Abbey looking at me like she just couldn't believe I would betray her and let someone hurt her. Janey will be the same, I just know it.
She sneezes four times in a row, always.
Isn't that cute?