Cardinals Game

Although we haven't made an official bucket list for our time in AZ, I know going to a Cardinals game would be on it. We were able to get enough tickets in a row for about 10 of our good friends to sit altogether... including Spencer's cousins Esther and Emily. There was such a huge crowd and it was SOOO loud! Thanks to Sarah and Caleb, we did not have to bring Colby with us. That was the original plan which would have been fine, but once we got there and saw two or three other babies about his age totally upset the whole night, we were so glad that he was at the Goodman's sleeping the night away. I would have felt so bad!

Here's a bad pic of the game ticket... but it will have to do.

As we were walking out we saw a wall size image of the football field....

...which one is not a real football player??

I know... that's a super hard question. :)

My handsome boy had a rough day.

Today was shot day.

I took him to the doctor by myself while Spence stayed home and studied for his big BOARD exam coming up next week. I knew it was going to be sad. I thought I was emotionally prepared for it, but the second I heard him cry like he did I almost broke down. He was so happy, talking to the nurse and smiling at her with his cute little grin. She said her apologies to Colby before she pulled out the needles and then it was time. All I did was watch his face... I couldn't bare to watch this lady stick my baby in the leg. Mean is all I have to say. How could you willingly choose to have that job? The first one went in and his face quickly changed from a smile to a shocked look. And then the screaming came. It got louder with every stick in the leg. There were three. The nurse really did go quickly which I was grateful for and she really did do a good job at that horrible task. I finally was able to get him dressed... yes they make me leave him only in his diaper in their freezing rooms for every visit... (For this and many other reasons, I may be looking into another pediatrician soon.) I finally picked him up and he gave a huge sigh of relief... the screaming didn't quite stop there, but he was able to breathe a little easier knowing that he wasn't going to be stuck anymore.

This little boy has really turned me into such a goober. I cry all the time. He has only cried like that three times in his life so far.

1. When he was circumcised at two weeks old

2. Purple cry incident in Utah a few weeks ago

3. Today

I cried all three times. At least today I could wait until the nurse said, "Ok Mommy, he's all yours" and walked out of the room. I hate hearing his "I'm in pain" cry. I hate that he hurts. I hate that I have to give him Tylenol which totally knocks him out all day. I hate that he is totally out of it because of it. I hate that he has a fever. I hate that he is not himself. I hate that he is in pain and it wasn't him that did anything wrong.

Don't get me wrong, he was still so so good today despite all of the rough things that he had to go through. We had a few minutes of our normal Colby just smiling and talking away late this afternoon but other than that he has just been staring into space and pretty mopey. Can you be mopey at 2 months old? At least that's what it feels like.

It has been a rough day for the little man, but I guess having one rough day because of vaccines isn't so bad compared to a rough many days (to say the least) if he actually got one of the viruses.

I sure am glad today is over though. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.