No, this isn’t a post about whiny college students…

Yesterday it was high times at the doctor’s office, ripping up paper and whooping it up like there’s no tomorrow.

WeePT was showing some table paper who’s boss, and lemme tell you, that paper was listening.  Or maybe not, because she quickly discovered that she can pull more and more out of the roll at the end of the table.

Unfortunately, all good things have to come to and end, and by the time the doctor left, and the nurse filled her up with vaccine potion, poor PT’s mood had diminished.

Today, we have a hung over baby.

She’s slept off and on all day, and when she is awake, I think she’s thinking about sleep.  She’s not fussy, but is very cuddly and mellow.

However, she still won’t pass up a good cameraphone…