Time to register for kindergarten and that means getting some shots for Butters. This is probably the hardest thing to do as a parent. First, to decide what vaccinations you want them to have, if it's the right thing for your family in the first place, then the actual act. The nurse told Butters to look at his mom while she and another nurse inserted needles into each arm. He face dropped, he had a look of fear, then pain, then he cried and said, "I don't like that, I never want to do that again!" Two MORE! In the end: 4 shots, 80% height and weight, 20/20 vision and we are ready to start school.
I spent about 2.5 hours at the doctor, with both kids. E got attached to a pink fabric dog she was playing with, and started crying not wanting to leave the dog. When Butters got to pick out stickers, he got one for his sister, too, to make her feel better. As we walked out to the parking lot, Butters totally melted again and started crying. The princess said, "Help make Tarter feel better!" She gave him her sticker. They were so sweet we went out for ice cream after. When they are good to each other like that, it reminds me why we had them so close together.
As I type, Butters was giving her shots, "for viruses." And she presumably was not allowed to get up.