This is Bean’s Mohawk of Baby Hair. This has nothing to do with anything, other than it makes me happy.

Today is not our day.

Yesterday, Bean had her 4-month check-up, which included four vaccines. She already had these vaccines at her 2-month check-up and tolerated them just fine, so I figured we were in for smooth sailing.

Oh yes, I am a sad, deluded, wreck of a woman.

Right about the time we made it home from the doctor, she morphed into the Incredible Hulk. And you won’t like it when she’s angry. My poor baby was inconsolable, and we had a marathon evening of crying, fussing, screaming, and the most pathetic pouty lip you’ve ever seen. When she finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion, I figured the worst was over.

Oh yes, I AM a sad, deluded, wreck of a woman.

Bean woke up today with a her very first fever, and despite the fact that I’m no parenting newbie, I still had that sick feeling of instant panic and the knee-jerk reaction of “I don’t know what to do!” I swear that every time one of my kids falls ill, I have this same momentary crisis. Of course, thirty seconds later, I recovered my brain from the pit of my stomach, gave her a dose of Tylenol, and cuddled her into submission. She’s still the Incredible Hulk, but it’s Friday, so I guess that’s something right?

Did I mention that my husband is conveniently out of town during this journey through crazyville?

Coincidence? I think not.