Before we left for the doctor yesterday, I dressed Jack up in his Notre Dame clothes that Joe bought him. I think, judging from the first picture, that Jack would prefer to go to Harvard.

Here he is sporting the more traditional Notre Dame look:

According to our doctor, only 4% of babies have a reaction to the shots at the two month checkup when they are administered separately (They can mix some of them together into one needle apparently.) I believed him, so I agreed to have four shots instead of two (there were supposed to be five, but one of them was not available, so we have to get it next visit.) Of course Jack, being the overachiever that he is, had to be in that 4% group.

He seemed fine at first – he came home, took his afternoon nap. I even got to lie down for a few minutes. Then he woke up screaming. He doesn't like to wake up, so this wasn't that abnormal. I fed him, he calmed down a bit and fell asleep on the couch next to me. Normally I wouldn't let him sleep too much but I know the shots can make babies tired.

Then he woke up and the screaming really began in earnest. He didn't have a fever, but he was clearly uncomfortable in some way. When our eyes would meet he was looking at me like he couldn't believe I wasn't doing anything to help him. I finally managed to get some Tylenol down him and that seemed to help a little. He would scream a while and then collapse in exhaustion, only to wake up and start it all over again.

During one lull in the storm, he fell asleep on the couch and the beagle snuggled up next to him through the blanket. Both dogs were quite alarmed by the noises coming out of small Jack - they both looked worried about him.

Fortunately he's much better today. He had a pretty good night and woke up happy. But has a little bruise on his leg and a small bump, and he's a little bit clingy. Luckily his grandmother is coming over today to comfort him. She's leaving this weekend and will be gone for a very long time (okay, only a week), so she's trying to get as much seeing Jack time as possible.

One more thing the doctor told us. Jack weighs 13 pounds 5 ounces! He's in the 75th percentile for weight. He's 23 ½ inches long, which is the 51st percentile for height. So he's definitely getting enough to eat from me.