If you’re one of those who folks who eye-roll when people brag about their children, you might want to tip-toe on out of this post. I really try to keep my opinions about how I think they’re the most awesome kids who ever walked earth to myself… but today, I must indulge.
You see, today was our two year well visit at the good ol’ pediatrician. Nathan won’t be home till tomorrow (thanks to you, PICU schedule!) so I knew I had to take them alone. No big deal really, but it wasn’t something I was looking forward to.
After a hearty breakfast of strawberry waffles, I couldn’t believe my luck when they got so excited about going to “da doctah!” Perhaps it’s because they have a doctor play set and like listening to each other's heart beats, but either way, they put their shoes on without a fuss and marched to the car without a whole lot of convincing from me. Win #1.
Once we made it to the peds office, they were even more excited about going in. They sat beside me while I hurried through the 20 pages of questionnaires you have to fill out each time, then they helped carry my bag to the room when we were called. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck at this point, but there was still a long, shot-filled appointment to go. Their height, weight and head circumferences were taken without a hitch (which has never happened in the history of their lives), then they sat and colored while I talked to the nurse, going over the questionnaires and whatnot. Win #2.
While waiting on Dr. Mills to come in, we kept coloring on our “what to expect from the influenza vaccine” sheet and talked about where to go for lunch. We passed a Mexican restaurant on our way in, and in hopes that it would take their mind off getting shots, I told them if they were good we could get Mexican when we left. We discussed what we’d eat, and I was kind of shocked at how excited they were about “chicken and wice!” Eventually the doctor came in and gave them great reports, then it was shot time. I held my breath (because this is usually the part where the world falls apart and I’m breaking a serious sweat just to get both of them back to the car), but in a rare event, they each took it like a man. Tyler stuck out his lip for about 3 seconds, jumped down, looked up at me and said “MEXICAN!” I kid you not. Win #3.
True to my word, we loaded up and headed to San Jose’s. Once again, I held my breath and had an internal debate regarding my mental stability for attempting this feat. We walked into a crowded restaurant and I silently prayed for a good experience, but who knows with two toddlers? Each dining experience is unchartered waters, and this was the first time EVER that I’ve gone into a sit-down restaurant by myself with them. We were lead to a booth, and just like he’d been doing it his whole life, Tyler climbs into the side opposite me and just sits. The waiter put down our chips and salsa, and honest to God, each of those kids took their own salsa bowls, filled them up, and proceeded to go to town. They ate chips until our food came, then sat in their boosters and ate every bit of chicken and rice on their plates. I’m still shocked about this part, but when they finished their plates, they moved onto the crap I wouldn’t eat on mine. From sour-cream-covered-lettuce-and-tomatoes to soggy chips covered in refried beans and cheese, they ate it. WINS #4, 5, 6, 7.
In conclusion, my children are rock stars in the eating department.
(And although Caroline has gained over 4 lbs since her 18 month visit, she’s only in the third percent for weight! LOL! I’m not complaining, though… this is the first time she’s even been on the chart in a year. :)
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