My Brave Boy...and his stats

"Remember? We are going to the doctor this morning to see how big you are."

"Uh, Mommy, I am a little bit scared."

"Are you scared you are going to have a shot at the Doctor's?"

Bear nodded.

"Well, I asked when I talked to them on the phone and they said you weren't getting shots today. You will have to get them before Kindergarten, but not today."

"OK."

We get to the doctor's, and after a decent wait, we get in and the nurse explains that Bear is supposed to get shots today. Oh, poo. I lied to my child. I asked when I made the appointment - I really did - but I should have known better.

So, I tell my brave little boy that yes, we are getting shots today, and I remind him about D@niel Tiger and how it hurts really bad, but only for a second. And the nurse tells him he can have a treat if he gets his shots, and he really likes that idea. And he is so brave, all calm, until they stick him, three shots, and by the last stick, he is crying in shock. So brave.

Last night he reminded me, "walk only on the big ones," a game he likes to play in the kitchen where everyone only walks on the big square tiles instead of the smaller rectangles. "Well, it may be hard to do that because I am walking with Little Miss." "It's okay, Mommy. You don't have to be perfect." Nope, Mommy is not perfect - and sometimes she tells you that you aren't getting shots, and then you are. But my boy still loves me. And I am so glad.

Bear: 4 years old
Weight: 42 lbs 6 oz  90%
Height: 3' 7.5"  95%

Fall Gardening

I planted 8 new red tulip bulbs. Every year we seem to lose some - I think something is eating them. I am going to spread the rest of the mulch over the front flower beds, and then I declare myself done with Fall planting. I've got too many other things to do!

Sick Kids...again

We were only completely healthy for about a week. Now both my kids are running fevers. I am pretty sure it is a flu - because Bear is sick enough that he has no energy to do much more than lay around. He had to miss his preschool trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze this morning. He was sad, but he was tired to really protest. Now, this is my child who takes after me when it come to being sick - he runs around and gets hyper when he isn't feeling well, and then crashes. This is the reason my mother usually didn't notice when I was sick - I was much too cheerful and full of energy to be sick. She usually didn't believe me until my sister would get sick, and then I would pipe up that I felt the same symptoms. (I just thought my sister FBS was whiny growing up, but I guess I am the abnormailty.) So, when Bear just wants to cuddle up in a blanket all day, he is REALLY sick. I am trying to keep them inside and away from people. Poor Little Miss went straight to the door and cried after breakfast for at least 10 minutes - No, mommy, I can't take it, we need to GO somewhere!

What I really want to do is get some fabric so I can be working on something (*cough* something other than cleaning my house, since I feel sick and have a lack of energy too) while we are locked up at home.