How bad can Diphtheria really be?

The poor baby got her first four shots on Wednesday, two in each chubby little thigh. It was so sad to see her start to calm down every time and then get surprised again with another shot. I don't think Lazlo could have handled it- he's not very good with needles. At least now she'll be safe on the Oregon Trail. Also- if you have whooping cough, tetanus, polio, hepatitus, pneumonia (or a member of the pnuemococcal conjugate) and that's why you haven't held the baby yet- now's your chance. Come on over.

Since the immunizations Wren has not been her usual sweet self. She's woken up on and off all night for the last two nights, so excuse the incoherence. She's also introduced projectile vomiting into her repertoire of bodily functions. It's either the junk in the shots, or the tylenol for her fever, but something's giving her a lot of new distance and speed. It must be as exciting for her as it is for us. There's obviously never any warning. She's not saying, "Mom, I'm feeling a little woozy, could you pull the car over?" There is a bright side- normal spit up just kind of oozes down your shoulder, and you don't even notice it until it soaks through your shirt. The new stuff goes right past your shoulder and splatters on the wall behind you. Exciting, right? And you don't have to change shirts!

We took Wren to see her first movie in the theatre- Episode III. She hadn't seen the first two, so she was a little confused by the plot, and she peed on Lazlo. We saved the ticket for her baby book. (actually it's more of a baby plastic bag- I haven't bought a book yet) Tonight, if she's feeling up for it, she's going to her first rock show - BDO and Bodies of Water. I haven't actually heard BDO's new stuff, but I think Wren will be into Bodies of Water for sure.

So that's what we've been up to. A fussy feverish baby and an interminable housing search. Oh, and I finally got my mother's day gift. IT ROCKS.

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