My Baby Looks Like A Seahorse...: Baby Shots SUCK.

I know that logically in my mind Lincoln needs his vaccines, but man are baby shots the worst fucking thing ever. I would say only watching holocaust and slavery historical videos makes my heart bleed, as much if not a little bit more. I mean, I would think watching a whole group of humans suffer surpasses baby shots, but I would say only by a tiny bit if its your own kid getting them.

Lincoln handled them like a champ. I, of course, laughed in order to avoid crying. The nurse administering the shots gave me what I would call, 'the worst parent on the planet' stare when I started to laugh. I then shot her a dodgy look and said, "I have to laugh to stop my self from crying, we don't need two crying babies in the room." She then smiled. Lesson is don't judge others before knowing. I unfortunately suck at that, so maybe the lord was trying to teach me a lesson. The nurse then missed one of the pricked spots to bandage, and I got Lincoln's blood on one of my really nice Antropologie shirts. Thank goodness, I got the blood out when we got home or else I would of asked the doctors office for a 55 dollar reimbursement. (Just kidding...well kinda).

What Lincoln thinks of baby shots.

Lincoln has started to throw up/vomit after meals thanks to the oral vaccine he got at the doctor's office for rotavirus. Nathan and I are huge advocates of vaccines and Lincoln will still be getting the second series of the rotavirus, even though he suffers from one of the side effects. It's not like he's vomiting a lot, just after some feedings and Lincoln has never been a 'throw up' baby. It has been decreasing since Thursday. I'm sure in a few days it will disappear. For whatever reason, he likes to throw up on me more than Nathan. He has gotten Nathan only once with his milky white spew and has gotten me about 10 times. I think he secretly knows that Daddy is usually in his work garments and his mom is in sweats, so he figures my outfit probably deserves a bit of throw up.

Talking right before a throw up episode.
I'm sure he was trying to warn me....

One thing that I have given up on for now is actually looking nice during the day, if I have no where to go. This has lead to me answering the door several times braless, deordantless, makeupless, in sweats, and hair in a nasty tangle bun. I would say our mailman and FedEx guy probably thinks I'm a complete schlupdinka, but I don't give a shit. I have a crying baby and barking dog here people! Then again they are older men, easily in their 60's, so my braless appearance might be welcomed. Hell, I'll take it. One positive is that the little old Jehovah Witness lady, that used to bother me by trying to convert me on a weekly basis, has stopped coming to our door after seeing me disheveled a few too many times. (NOTE: I have nothing against Jehova Witnesses, but seriously coming to my door weekly when I make it very clear that the man and I upstairs are doing fantastic is a bit much.)

Lincoln now weighs 11lbs. 4oz. and is 22.5 inches long. He now fits into a few 3 month clothing items! Hallelujah! His wardrobe has been increasing in the past week by a lot and I could not be happier.

Overalls finally fit! Mama's favorite!

This weekend Nate and I got to landscaping. Well rather, Nathan did most of it because Lincoln was not coopering that well. Oh, and the fact that he is a guy and can get things done about 10 times faster than I can had a lot do with it as well. I did get around to planting and weeding some areas though when Lincoln was napping or allowing us to put him in his Bimbo (Bumpo) seat.