Fearing the day we start with her immunizations...

Because Rachel did not take kindly to having blood drawn for a test today. She broke three syringes, the little monkey, as soon as she saw Jean approaching with the needle. Didn't get anywhere near her arm, any of those three times. I suspect Jean and Moira and I should have been shielding a little better because we must have given something away.

Moira finally gave it a try, and oddly enough, Rachel decided that it would be a good idea to behave. Funny. You'd think she recognized her mother as the One You Don't Cross or something. Bright for six weeks old, isn't she?