Don't you just love it when you call to get an emergency doctor's appointment because your baby won't stop
crying screaming and you show up for your appointment and this baby emerges:
Who me? Fussy? Never!
Me? Screaming at the top of my lungs?! As if! Look at this face!
Just as I was convinced that the doctor's diagnosis was going to be that I needed to have my head examined, Josie filled not one, not two, but THREE diapers full of diarrhea. Whew! Something is wrong and I'm not crazy (well, Travis may debate that but I digress...) Perhaps she caught a bug at the hospital and the screaming was due to abdominal cramping. We're waiting to hear back from the lab but are enjoying our pleasant baby in the meantime! Let's hope she stays that way.
I'd like to take a moment to contrast Josie's behavior at the doctor's office with that of her Aunt Leanne. The following photograph was taken during a routine check up:
That's right - Leanne gets on that table and is instantly on her death bed. EVERY TIME! I think they both deserve an academy award.