We're on our way to the Dr. to get vaccines. I tried to tell him not to be so happy about it but he wouldn't listen.
Back home again and he's not hurting too badly...yet.
We had some dinner and he enjoyed his sweet potatoes. A little too much since they are still on his forehead.
Poor widdle baby.
|"Look at my boo-boos."|
|"Daddy, she wants me to go to bed but she still hasn't washed the sweet potato off of my face yet. Ugh. 'Night."|