I took both boys to the doctor this week-Jackson for his 2 year checkup and Patrick for his 2 month checkup. I know I promised I wouldn't talk about boring motherhood and house cleaning stuff, but being a mother is actually pretty entertaining, and come on it's the only material I've got if I don't want to be mean to Alex in every post.
The doctor's office is usually where Jackson's dark side comes out (it also comes out if you try to make him ride in a shopping cart.) As soon as we crossed the threshold to where the exam rooms are he turned into a wild animal. Kicking, screaming, hitting and gnashing of teeth ensued. Who knew that asking him to stand on Scotty the scale was such a terrible request? The doctor seemed entertained and insisted that because he is 2 he feels the need to be "independent" and that is why he acts this way. I did not know that independence equaled turning into a werewolf.
So...we were there for an hour going over my huge list of questions for both boys. This was very hard for me because over the last year I have become quite a germaphobe. I spent the entire time trying to purell Jackson's hands in between the time he touched something and then tried to put them in his mouth or down his pants (his hands spend a lot of time down his pants lately). Apparently applying purell is also a completely outrageous werewolf inducing request, so that made it even harder.
People always ask me how I lose the baby weight and it turns out that lugging around chunky babies and fighting a wild animal a few times a day really melts off the pounds.
I'm glad to report that both boys have a clean bill of health and Patrick is rolling over now! So far, neither of them have come down with any yucky viruses so hopefully my forceful purell applications did the job.
If you need any tips on pinning down a 2 year old with your knees so your hands are free, I am definitely the girl to ask. I think I might apply for WWE soon.
The doctor's office is usually where Jackson's dark side comes out (it also comes out if you try to make him ride in a shopping cart.) As soon as we crossed the threshold to where the exam rooms are he turned into a wild animal. Kicking, screaming, hitting and gnashing of teeth ensued. Who knew that asking him to stand on Scotty the scale was such a terrible request? The doctor seemed entertained and insisted that because he is 2 he feels the need to be "independent" and that is why he acts this way. I did not know that independence equaled turning into a werewolf.
So...we were there for an hour going over my huge list of questions for both boys. This was very hard for me because over the last year I have become quite a germaphobe. I spent the entire time trying to purell Jackson's hands in between the time he touched something and then tried to put them in his mouth or down his pants (his hands spend a lot of time down his pants lately). Apparently applying purell is also a completely outrageous werewolf inducing request, so that made it even harder.
People always ask me how I lose the baby weight and it turns out that lugging around chunky babies and fighting a wild animal a few times a day really melts off the pounds.
I'm glad to report that both boys have a clean bill of health and Patrick is rolling over now! So far, neither of them have come down with any yucky viruses so hopefully my forceful purell applications did the job.
If you need any tips on pinning down a 2 year old with your knees so your hands are free, I am definitely the girl to ask. I think I might apply for WWE soon.