Five Year Check-Up

Mom always tells us that we have to take the bad along with the good, but since so much of our world is good this is hard for us to do. Today, was one of those days that tested this advice, and we didn't fair so well. Today, was the dreaded five year check-up. We knew the minute Mom asked Dad to come along that things weren't going to be good. I asked the nurse as soon as she called us back if we were going to get shots. She was honest when she responded with "yes", but I'm not sure honesty was what we needed. We put on a brave face as we were weighed and measured. The stats came in as follows:

Ryan
Weight: 44 pounds (70%)
Height: 42 1/2 inches (45%)

Lily
Weight: 40 1/4 pounds (50%)
Height: 41 inches (25%)

We did well with Dr. Hagerman. Our vision was good, our ears were clear, and we were labeled as two of the healthiest looking five year olds in town. As soon as Dr. Hagerman left though, it all went downhill. I started screaming immediately as the nurse returned with the shots. I climbed under the table, and like dominoes, I sent Lily into a tizzy like you've never seen before. Let's just say things got pretty ugly. Dad had to provide the nurse with a full assist, while Mom tried her best to divert the other's attention. When all was said and done we left with two shots in our arms (it used to be four, but they combined them thank goodness) and a ton of stickers. I scored an extra one for going first too, which made me feel a little bit better. We overheard Mom scheduling our six year check-up on the way out the door. Not exactly what we wanted to hear, but they told us after five it only gets easier here in our world.