Do Not Peel and Drive!!!

Ok, I took the kiddos to the doctor yesterday. The appt. was for Nicholas so we could check the sinus infection situation. His throat was a little red so we got some antibiotics. They are also gonna sample one of the lovely diapers that he made for them while we were there!! I then asked our wonderful pediatrician if she could take a look at Jacob's thumb (the one with the mysterious,huge blister). She said it was definitely a blister and that she was worried about infection, as it was turning a little red. Now comes the sad part. Jacob absolutely refuses (I mean refuses) to take liquid antibiotics. He refuses to consume any type of liquid medicine. It ends up in my face or on my clothes, and I end up losing a part of a finger trying to make him choke it down. So, when we were going through our ear infection saga last year we all realized that an antibiotic shot can't be spit in the face,works quickly, and is included in your copay!!!!!!


Poor little guy goes to the doctor with brother and ends up being the one getting a shot. Oh did I mention that one of the HUGE apples went with us to see the doctor?? It also went to preschool. Those darn apple have brought smiles to so many faces. I kind of hate to eat them, but they have taught me a good lesson. It's either that, I am not a loser and that seeing a huge apple is truly entertaining, or that, I am a loser and so are alot of the folks that I know.


Anyway, back to the story. Jacob gets an antibiotic shot in the leg and tenses his muscles so hard that he is walking the rest of the day like he has a peg leg. Argggghhhh.


We went to the Dollar Store after leaving so that I could buy swim goggles, and hot wheels, and misc. stuff that no one needed, just to make him feel better. One little old lady said "oh, poor boy, he has a bad leg." This was right before she saw Nicholas sucking his thumb and said "Oh, no, no momma, get me something else." I have learned one thing having my first thumbsucker. When people don't agree with your child sucking on his thumb, they will tell you. I guess I have had people make comments about binkies, I just never react (out loud, that is. On the inside, I'm always thinking I should say something like, "now what have you been putting in your mouth??? It sure is making your butt big!"). I just wonder what WOULD be acceptable to those people? Give him a bone? A chew toy? One lady suggested a lollipop once (she had a big butt).


Back to my story, I took my little peg leg boy, my mother-of-the year awards, and the 25 bucks worth of misc. junk I bought and we got back on the road.


We stopped at McDonalds, as it was already about 2 p.m. and the boys had only snacked on animal crackers at the doctors office. I got a little burger for me, chicken nuggets for the boys, and fries. So I dole out some fries, give Jacob a nugget and eat my burger. I then get ready to give Nicholas some nuggets, so I realize that I am driving down the freeway, peeling a chicken nugget with my hands. You know, the crust is kind of crispy. I wonder, when I get pulled over for weaving a little, if the cop will believe me "OFFICER, I SWEAR I WASN'T DRINKING, I WAS JUST PEELING CHICKEN NUGGETS."

I didn't get pulled over and that was good. We went on home. I talked to the UPS man, I talked to a couple other people. We went to the drugstore to pick up prescriptions and I talked to lots of nice people in there. I saw a friend that I hadn't seen in a few years, he talked to the baby and they seemed to hit it off. I always feel a little self conscious when I see an old single friend, just because my life is so totally different. I'm now mom of 3, a little(?) chunky, no makeup, wearing Crocs pretty much all of the time, and basically looking like I just got back from the beach (or escaped from the attempts to have me pushed back into the water!!)
Now, I really don't care about this too much. I know that I have a blessed life and I wouldn't change anything in the world. I don't really worry about him going back to other old friends and saying "whew, Jenny sure has let herself go". What I did end up worrying about was what he thought about the big ketchup mark I had smeared right smack-dab on my forehead. (You know from eating, and peeling, and driving.)