Why I Love My Kids' Pediatrician

But first . . .

Why is it that your throat starts to hurt the instant the nurse swabs your kids' throats looking for strep?  Or does this only happen to me?

 

Now for the pediatrician. . .

Yesterday I took 2 of 5 to the doctor.  We were seeing the nurse practitioner rather than the doctor.  But the doctor saw us while we were walking back to the exam room.  He smiled and waved.  Nice, but not the reason I think he's fabulous.

 

As we were leaving, with a diagnosis of 1 strep and 1 probable strep, the doctor talking to another mother who was on her way out.  He finished that conversation and then did a quick job to catch up with us.  He went out of his way to ask, "Everyone okay?"  I gave him our diagnosis and he reminded me to call if we needed anything or thought the others might have the same thing. 

 

I know it seems like a small thing, but to a mom with sick kids, it means the world.

Crabby

Overheard while P and Little Girl We Baby Sit (who is 3 and will be forever more known on this blog as G) were watching Diego:

 

Diego:  Can you say "sea turtle?"

 

G: Sea turtle!!

 

P (who will usually happily play along with Diego): I DON'T WANT TO!!!

Sorry for My Absence

But I've spent every spare minute of the past two weeks working on my real estate course, at least until Thursday when I started my one-day-a-week-job, which left me with a huge headache so all I wanted to do was relax when I got home, and I made the mistake of starting a new book on Wednesday while I was waiting for C to have 3 of 7 baby teeth pulled so that he can resume wearing his orthodontic positioner that will hopefully help the adult teeth that had already started coming in behind the baby teeth come in close to straight and maybe he can avoid a second round of braces, and the new book distracted me on Friday so I didn't do my real estate course then either and we also took the little girls to out for lunch and did the grocery shopping and then today I had a photo shoot scheduled with a graduating senior, but my light broke 30 minutes before she was supposed to arrive so I had to push that back so I could run out and buy new lights, and then 3 hours later when I was finished with the photo shoot and I had to go to a birthday party for the little girl we baby sit and the rest of the weekend, and probably Monday, will be spent editing the nearly 200 shots from the shoot because she has to have them submitted for the yearbook before the end of the month and I really must get back to working on my real estate course, so I can't promise I'll be back again any time soon, but I will certainly try because I have these great little tidbits I've really been wanting to share.

Question

Why is it that the first child to get sick after the kids go back to school is the only child that doesn't GO to school?

 

 

M 2, Pants 0

Okay, maybe the score isn't completely accurate.  M has been in school for 19 days.  One day she wore pajama bottoms (even I didn't realize it until she got home.  Her defense is that she took them from her pants pile in the closet, so it was oviously my fault for putting her pajama bottoms in the wrong place.  No big deal, they weren't see through, or covered in bunnies), 17 days (including the pajama day) she has returned with her pants covered in so much dirt and crud that you'd think she'd been playing rugby in the rain. 

 

And on the other two days? you ask.  Holes, big holes, okay half-dollar size holes in her knit pant/leggings.  Holes, as in mulitple holes.

 

Can you guess what my first question is going to be at tonight's open house?

Define

goggleators*

 

As in, "Do we have any goggleators so I can see the bird's nest in that tree better?"

 

*J's word

Why is it . . .

. . . that the child who doesn't so much as flinch when she has blood drawn or gets a shot, screams when I brush her hair?