Thank You Sir, May I Have Another

Jake had his one-year checkup this week, and thankfully, he is healthy. (Our doctor always uses the word 'wonderful.' At his first checkup Sam looked 'wonderful.' At his three-year checkup he looked 'wonderful.' Jake, all nudie and chubby, looked 'wonderful.')

Ironically he might have a soy allergy. I guess Sam and I will be the vegetarians and Jake and Bryon will be the carnivores.

We gave Sam the option to either go to school with Daddy on Monday morning or go to the doctor with Jake and Mommy. He chose the doctor. He chatted to no one in particular and anyone who would listen while Jake was examined, weighed and measured. He told the nurse that Jake sometimes puts small things in his mouth, that he thinks everything round is a 'BAHL' and that Mommy and Daddy 'lost' him once, right before he fell down the stairs. (I guess Sam is officially at the age where he can 'rat' us out.)

I asked the doctor if Sam would be able to get a flu shot at his four-year checkup and she said he could get one right then. I felt a little bad since he thought he was just along for the ride, but I told him he was going to get a 'poke' and that it would sting a little, but when he got to school he could show his friends his Red Badge of Courage. He jumped right up on the table as the nurse explained how to take a deep breath and blow out when she said so. He barely had the deep breath in when she plunged the needle, Psycho-style, into his little thigh. He looked a little bewildered, then rolled up his other pant leg and said, "Can I have another one?"