Emmett had his one year well checkup today. Every single person we saw commented on how happy he was and how cute he was, and then he got 4 shots. Poor guy. He's actually a real trooper when it comes to those though, unlike his sister, and he only cried for a moment and then moved on. He even gave the people doing his shots some watery smiles after they were done. No, the real challenge was the blood draw. Apparently, they reccomend checking a baby's iron levels when they're one to see if there's an iron deficiency cause it could mean poor brain development, etc., which is news to me. So, poor Emmett had to give a blood sample. They couldn't find a vein big enough in his pudgy arm, so they did a finger stick and just kept squeezing. Needless to say, it took a really long time, and I had to hold him really right and sing to him to make it okay. My poor baby boy. Happy one year lil man!