Two brave girls

Anna had her 6 month immunisations today and, brave warrior girl child that she is, she hardly cried. Well… not much, anyway. I think it was a bit more painful though then the last two, judging by the volume of the crying if not the length, and I reckon it's because the muscle is building up in her chubby legs. Poor little sausage. I've explained to her that she's safe from the outbreak of measles that's happening in Perth at the moment, but she didn't seem too impressed. She'll thank me when she's older, I expect.

What's more, I didn't cry either! I'm well proud of myself. At the first round of needles when Anna was three months I cried more than she did (I'm sure she looked faintly embarrassed as we left the clinic), with the second lot the tears were welling but I stoically managed to hold them back, and today I was dry-eyed. Obviously, I am turning into a hard hearted old bag day by day – or it might have had something to do with the migraine that has been brewing for the last 48 hours, making me feel sorrier for myself and less sorry for others!