Having two boys means having twice the fun. Today I took Kent to get his 15 month shots (I know I am two months late for that), and while we were there I asked if Parker could have his flu shot as well. I thought, "great, I can kill two birds with one stone". WRONG!
I decided that we would have Kent get his shots first because I needed time to prepare Parker. He thought we were there only for Kent, so I wanted to talk to him about getting his own shot. Kent received three shots and screamed for each one. While he was still recovering, I had to put him down in order to hold Parker for his shot. Parker reacted the way any child would react to a needle, and he completely lost all control. After the nurse was finished, I had to two hysterical boys. Each one wanted to be comforted, each one wanted to be held because their legs hurt from the injection, and to top it all off I still had to stand in line at the cashier station to pay for the charges.
I carried out two screaming boys (one on each hip), three jackets (it was too chaotic to bother putting them on), a purse, a stuffed bunny, curious george, a sippe cup, a pacifier, a stack of receipts and instructions, and a partridge in a pear tree.
We have to go back in month for them to receive the second dose of the flu shot (something new required by the State this year). I am only going if Erik goes with me. I'm brave, but not stupid.