Make Any Parent Proud

The day turned out a little differently than planned, but it’s a-ok. I would have been up at some friend’s cabin for the morning/afternoon but opted to stay put. With the whole 3 hours of sleep I got in the night (that’s a rough estimate, but I’m guessing pretty accurate) I just couldn’t do it. I was crabby this morning and felt bad for being that way towards the boys. I was able to laugh it off with Erk and told him sometimes I just get tired of feeling tired and wish I could take the belly off for one night so I could actually SLEEP! HA! I’m happy to put the belly back on in the morning, just give me a night! :) So anywho, they’ll be back to get me around 3pm or so and we’re headed out to the campground to visit some friends. Nope, we aren’t campin – just visitin’!

Yesterday the boys had their “well child” check-ups at the doc and all is well. They are both big boys or “meaty” as the doctor told me, for their ages (apparently, although I think they are normal size) so I left there shaking my head. What a JOKE! These boys have never been “small” if that’s what the scales are looking for. No they aren’t scrawny, never have been. Heck when you are born 9 lbs 3 oz and 9 lbs 6 oz, what can you expect of them at 4 and 3 years old? Can you tell that irritated me? :) Ohh well – I’d rather grow them big! Anywho, I knew Jack was going to get some shots but I didn’t want to freak him out ahead of time so I waited until the doctor had left the room and we were waiting for the nurse to come in. Jack says, “let’s go Mom,” and so I told him… I said “I don’t want you to be mad at me Jack, but you are going to get some pokes today.” He thought on it a minute and looked at me and said “I won’t be mad Mom.” There we sat, in 2 nurses came, Jack willingly climbed up on the table and laid back and put his arms up to hug me tight. There I stood talking about whatever I could think of in his ear to try to distract him and I tell ya what? Tears came into MY eyes, not his. He didn’t even cry, let out a noise or get tears in his eyes. I was so proud of my little man that I welt up with tears. My dude… That was a proud moment. He told me later “those shots kinda hurt Mom,” then a while later “those shots really did hurt Mom!” As the day wore on, I could tell his legs were getting sore and his face was getting a bit flushed. We hung at Nanny and Papa’s for the afternoon and supper and once we got home, both boys crashed hard – Jack was ‘out’ immediately. Funny how when they are tiny babies and have to get shots, your heart goes out to them, but once they are old enough and you can explain it and they handle it like that? Wow, that’ll make any parent proud :)