Casualties of Spring.

I decided to take the dead one back to grandma and grandpa's house to see if I could operate. I'm a humanitarian at heart. 

This morning, I took my own trip to the doctor to get my 18-month shots, two months behind (my parents tend to procrastinate). 

I do NOT like him, and the minute I even sense his presence, I get really uneasy. Thankfully, the shots weren't so bad, plus the parents distraced me with chocolate and the promise of going on the swings. They held up their end of the deal. 

I also discovered my pockets! I was really proud of my new discovery!