
This week we got our 15 month shots. I thought she was good with shots until she was at least 16 years, but no. And these were doozies too. Her poor little legs hurt so bad, she wanted to be carried everywhere. She was much better the next day though...
Also, today on our walk we met a puppy, a cute little black lab (who didn't bite or jump or anything!) that prompted us to say "Buppy! Buppy!" all the way home. After we finished crying about the puppy going away, that is.
We don't have a bunch of pictures this week, but Daddy found a movie making program, and spent a little time on this:
The movie program also let me put up movies that were too long before, so with out further ado, I give you the Great Balloon Theft:
Did you notice how the little man's family kept yelling at him for not sharing? Poor kid. I mean the balloon was tied to him!
And one more from Sunday night: