Girls

Kate had her iron levels checked yesterday. Which, as you may know, involves a tiny little finger prick. Now in her defense, I hate having that done too. But she would rather die. I think literally. And she will express that to you at full volume. Meanwhile Brooklyn stood by calmly and even told the nurse that she herself "loves to get pokes!" I think I already shared the story of last year's flu vaccinations. That was when Brooklyn got a shot and laughed instead of cried, and Kate screamed herself silly while we gave her the MIST - not an injection. Those two are an interesting case.

Oh and speaking of Brooklyn. Sometimes rather than solving a problem, prune juice instead creates a new problem.

And that is all I have to say today.