Six needles, two kids, a few tears, and a bit of blood…that was our afternoon. Declan was overdue for his 12 month vaccinations, so when I finally got around to scheduling them, I made an appointment for Makenna to get her ‘kindergarten’ booster at the same time. She hasn’t had a shot since she was a baby (18 months, I think), although she has tagged along to all of Declan’s many immunizations during that first year, so she knew the drill. She was a brave one; wanted to sit on mama’s lap, and held onto her sticker tightly and wiggled her toes…and before she could blink it was over. Declan was the lucky recipient of 4 (four!) shots today, 2 in each arm. And ohhhh, he cried. My poor little bumpkin. Makenna was much more concerned about her panicked little brother than she was of her own 2 shots. She’s a good one…that big sister.
It seems I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk lately. Declan is just over another ear infection, from yet another cold bug that all 3 of us battled. And for me, it turned into a sinus infection. Fun times. So at the end of the day, this past week or so, my body has been tired and my mind has been blank.
Now…it’s just before dinner time and I’ve escaped into my bedroom for a moment of quiet while the post-shot kiddos are playing and watching some good ol Backyardigans (Dec loves the singing and dancing…and Makenna puts on an episode for her little bro when she’s being especially nice). I thought I would write something before the end of the day hits and my energy is gone (even if I’m writing about not writing, ha). And I should hurry…my attentive mama ears tell me that Declan has moved from the living room to the area where their play kitchen is. It’s only time before he finds me…he always does.
A couple of random bits…
Who would have thought this tough little guy had just had his arms poked like crazy. I found him here, in a sitting position that he got into himself, for the first time!!
And then he decided to pull up on everything, not just his usual favourites.
And the awesome big sister, enjoying a lollipop that I had tucked away in my purse for a future emergency.
I’m back now (it’s like a play by play of my day, super exciting)…at my regular writing time. The kids are in bed, but the little one is extra fussy tonight. His arms are probably pretty sore, and I think he’s on the verge of cutting another tooth. And I was right earlier…he found me. He came shimmying down the hallway, hollering for his mama. He poked his head through the doorway and did some more yelling. The translation, I’m sure, was something like… “What are you doing woman? Pick me up already!” And that I did…and my hip is where he stayed while I got some dinner for him and big sister (thank goodness for leftovers!).
Cooking for just myself and 2 kids, I feel this way often.