Yesterday I took my 10 year old and my 4 year old to our Pediatrician for check-ups. I had no clue how rough it was going to be. My poor little guy, 4 years old, had to endure 7 shots! It was horrible. He kept screaming, "please don't hurt me anymore", poor baby. That just seems like too many for a kid to get all at once. Even my 10 year old, who only got 4, and who was putting up a brave front for his little brother had tears in his eyes. Our doctor is great. She spends her time loving all over the kids, talking to them, gives them a big hug, then leaves the room. She gets out of dodge before the nurse with all the needles comes in. Clever lady right? She doesn't want the kids to associate the horror with her one bit. In between sobs, Nicholas was scowling at the nurse, and muttering under his breath. Likely plotting some 4 year old revenge. He wasn't too happy with me either, as I was forced to hold him down while she stuck him with the needles. I think he has forgiven me though. I'll bake him cookies today, I am not above bribery. Next week the older boys go in for their check-ups. The nurse is on her own there, I couldn't hold down those boys if I tried. :) I'd better stock up on cookie mix!
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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