Battle Scars!

Davis had to get his first set of shots yesterday. Tim went with me - a first. My mama always went with me to Miller's because I made her hold him, them I got to be the good mama that consoled the crying baby. So anyway, Tim went and I thought he was gonna cry. Poor Davis only cried for a minute and then he was OK. You just feel so sorry for them because one minute life is good and the next minute you know they're thinking, "what the heck was that". I took a few pics of his battle scars.