Appointment Crazy

The kids and I made a round of doctor's appointments early this week. Regan had a well child visit with the pediatrician early Monday morning. Everything was going great! I had bribed the kids well and I thought this was going to be a breeze. Regan was smiling, the kids were quietly playing in the waiting room. This is SO not a big deal, right? Yeah, right! As soon as we went through the door to our room with the nurse, I knew with the instincts of a very scared mom that things were going to bust wide open. It started when Aurora and Jesse decided that the chairs in the room were "not soft" and there were no "toys" in the room. So, Jesse decided to search the room and collect every piece of garbage off the floor (who would have thought the doctor's office would have so much trash? Maybe I need a new dr?). Then, Aurora started complaining that her "tummy is so hurting, mommy!" Jesse was obsessed with the trash can. FLIP, BANG, FLIP, BANG, FLIP, BANG (up and down went the lid). Regan was wailing at the top of her lungs because anyone except me was within 2 feet of her. Bless his heart, the dr just kept going with his nicely rehearsed speech, of which I could've recited by heart. Heellllooo? Did I look like a new parent? I already knew that you aren't supposed to put your baby on the bed and walk away? Is this really what I'm paying for? After everyone got there shots (Regan) and flu mists (Aurora and Jesse) we went home to recuperate. Well, at least I did!

The next day, Aurora had an eye doctor appointment....her first ever. I thought she would do okay. She knows her alphabet and she likes being the center of attention. I brought the candy and the toys...I was going to be prepared this time. How hard could this be? Did I not learn anything from the day before? As Aurora sat in the chair in the room, I began to get nervous. They put up the screen with all the letters on it and asked her what the first letter was. I guess she couldn't see it because she just started to sing the alphabet....Jesse joined in also. So, the doctor put up the pictures for her. Again, the first picture is?...."Umm, I think it's a birthday cake." YES!! That one's right! Next?..."Ummm, I think it's a basketball." OKAAAAYYYY, it was a boy on a bike...close enough. Next?..."Umm, I think that one's fog." (jaw drops) WHAT??????? FOG????? Oh, what did I do to deserve this? I guess Jesse was embarrassed after that too, because he started yelling to her what they were. "It's a car....It's an airplane..." One right after the other. I was furiously trying to cover his mouth while stifling a laugh. I couldn't believe my crazy kids. After all that, the doctor said she needed glasses. So, now we will get to experience the pleasure of a 4-year old in glasses. JOY!

FOG???