We warned Connor last night that he would have to get shots. I don't know which is worse...springing it on them at the last minute or forewarning. He tried so hard to be brave, but it was just too much when the needles actually made their dreaded appearance.
Sometimes I feel silly taking pictures of, what seems like mundane, unimportant things like going to the doctor...but down the road I'm always glad I did. It's memories that would probably otherwise be forgotten. I love the little everyday happenings of life.