Caught Up

I've typically been right on schedule with the kiddos well check-ups. I know that they aren't really always necessary...but I kinda like having someone else look at them besides me and say, "hey...they look alright to me...carry on." So we go to our regularly scheduled check-ups and get a shot or two and give a nurse or two a headache. I had recently gotten behind on check-ups, however. I went to schedule them for the three kiddos who needed them, and the office had implemented a new policy where you can only schedule two kids for checkups consecutively. It's like they knew I was coming.

Billy used his skills of persuasion (read: he is WAY nicer than me to people on the telephone and somehow always manages to talk them into stuff that I can't) on them, though, and they let us bring them all in at the same time one last time. One final attempt to see if their doctor ever manages to get rattled by screaming children. He does not...he is the most patient man I have ever met and somehow still manages to crack jokes while an 18 month old is smacking him in the face. I probably would have switched offices by now for various reasons if this guy wasn't just that awesome.

We managed to survive the hour and a half trip with no casualties...just lots of bandaids. The kids are all healthy and growing and successfully wiped out the office stash of lollipops. And I'm just really grateful we don't have any more well checkups until July.