Vibble has a little bug. It’s very sad, but that doesn’t stop her from grinning a lot of the time, like right after she pukes, or immediately after having her diaper changed, which involves a lot of pain; her bum is completely raw from two-plus days of caustic baby-squirts. Poor thing. She has done a lot of shrieking, don’t get me wrong. The diaper changes? They are not fun, for us OR for the neighbors. And getting her down for naps and nighttime sleep these last two days has been murder. But overall, she keeps her chin up. Her appetite is pretty poor, so we’ve been tempting her with bananas and yogurt and plenty of Pedialite. She will see the doc today, most likely, unless she has miraculously improved overnight (she’s still asleep). She just amazes me, though, with her resilient nature. Friday we had to have blood drawn for a routine test for lead or some such crap. Oh man. We thought getting her shots was bad? They used the same needle they use for an adult and took just as much blood—two vials. Steve and I had to plop into chairs in the waiting room for five minutes after the ordeal to recompose ourselves. Vibble was over it, though. Despite how painful and terrifying it had obviously been for her to be held down by three people and poked and drained, she was completely fine afterwards. While Stevel and I took deep breaths and wiped our eyes, she laughed and played with the mini-blinds in the waiting room. Yeah, I want to be more like that. Don’t you? TEACH US, SENSEI.