He’s going for a checkup, shots, blood test, etc. I didn’t go with him, but I hope Sabrina got some photographs. He’s always been a trooper when it comes to getting shots. He doesn’t cry, like, at all. It’s kinda scary. He talks a lot more now, so he’ll point and say ‘ow’, but not cry. What a little dude. I love him so much.

See?! I can’t even get work done when he’s not pestering me. I miss my little work pest.