I'll be so glad to be done with the immunization phase of parenting. (Is there an end?) I had to cut Cohen's nap short to drive the 40 minutes to the pediatrician, then Coey "sprayed" all over the exam table while his diaper was off, then the doc had to adjust Cohen's circumcision (cuz we haven't been taking proper care of it apparently), and then he got stuck by 5 needles. He's only slept 30 minutes since I woke him at 1:45. Which translates to a very unhappy baby still fussing in his crib, as I type. Poor thing. Why do they fight sleep? Just give in and you'll be so much happier!
In other news: Now 7 months, Cohen is showing true signs of both his Stoddard and Wolfington genes. Thanks to Brad, Cohen is in the 80% for height but only the 30% for weight. Thanks to me, or to my dad, Cohen's head is bigger than 75% of babies his age. He may never walk if his frail little frame has to carry around a watermelon head!