Brothers

One afternoon, when I was about five years old, my older brothers were left to babysit me. When my mom came home she found a mess in the hallway.

A couple of belts, an old Army blanket, and electric clippers.

"Hey Molly," she called. "What's this stuff here?

"Oh nothing," I replied. "Raymey and Josh and I were just playing a game."

"Can you tell me a little bit about the game," there was some concern in her voice.

"Oh, it's called worm," I explained nonchalantly, "No big deal."

"So," my mom inquired, "How exactly do you play worm?"

"Well, its easy, I had to lay on the ground and Raymey and Josh rolled me up with the blanket and put the belts around me since worms don't have arms or legs."

"OK. So did you like that game?" my mom was obviously worried.

"Eh, it was ok, until they told me that they had to shave my head because worms don't have hair. I was scared when they got out the electric clippers. But don't worry Mom, they only pretended to shave my head."

Raymey and Josh both have four year old daughters now. I wonder if they'll teach them the fun game of worm.

SHOTS!

My friends with babies older than mine warned me that watching shots is so hard. Well, I'm tough, I reasoned. I can do this. It can't be that bad.

Ruby turned two months and we were off to get the shots. I went alone with her as I knew it couldn't be that big of a deal. 

In the waiting room I began to get nervous. You know that knot in your stomach? I said a few prayers under my breath and quietly prepared myself.

The nurse came out, "Ruby." I gathered my things and began the long journey back making sure to have the pacifier handy. "We'll put the pacifier down. They always spit it out anyway and it just gets in the way," the nurse explained as she removed Ruby's prized possession. 

The next few moments are too painful to recapture on paper, but here's a picture that was taken just moments after the shots.

Now I send Camm when Ruby needs to get shots.