Tomorrow Sir Oliver has a Doctors appointment, presumably complete with shots. New doctor, unpredictable baby, shots. Intimidating combination of factors. I drove out to find the new doctor's office on Tuesday because I didn't want to add getting lost to the mix of nervousness. Oliver has been higher maintenance than usual lately. I guess he's just coming into his own. Mostly he's simply unpredictable. Each stretch between naps is a gamble in his multiple personality-ness. Some stretches he's perfectly amiable, some he's full of giggles, some he is a moody barnacle, and some he is a holy terror. I haven't quite been able to figure out the rhyme and reason to it.
Yeah, yeah, welcome to motherhood. I know.
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