Pediatrician Appointment

 Taking the girl's to their annual physical, which were scheduled together to save me a trip. Which is super helpful when they decide to be naughty together. 

Lanie as we wait for the doctor,"you know what would be a good idea? To hide from the doctor and pretend we're not here."

Vivian, "yes!"

They jump off the table and hide despite multiple requests for them to get up. The pediatrican actually walked in and said, "are they here?"

The Pediatrician and the Elevator

We had this delightful visit recently to the pediatrician, I think on a Sunday morning, when I was taking the baby in for an ear infection.  The four story building is mostly closed and deserted on a Sunday, with only a handful of offices opened.  As I had the stroller, we took the elevator to the third floor.  For some reason, as the elevator door opened, Vivian put her hand on the door and as it slid open and her hand slid with it into the area where the door retracts.  She immediately started screaming and the door stopped, with Vivian's hand still in it. 
In a moment of parental panic I pushed the stroller out of the way and slammed on the alarm button of the elevator repeatedly which just actually makes a bell ring.  The bell made the baby scream, but nothing else came of it.  Vivian was panicking and screaming and trying to wriggle her hand loose, which scared me in case it was broken and she was moving it.  I finally grabbed her hand and pressed the door open button at the same time and pulled it free.  We ran into the pediatrician's with Vivian screaming and sobbing and Sam pushing the stroller.
After a kind of wild appointment, Vivian's hand was cleaned up and was a little scratched and bruised but intact and shockingly unscathed and Lanie had an ear infection.

Now when we visit the pediatrician, the children stand in the middle of the elevator, hands in their pockets, and as Sam says, "feet not near the doors."

Questionaire at the Pediatricians

Love these... no, Lanie and I have no concerns about her schooling at this point...

Vivian's Ear

After about 4 hours total of sleep last night...

At the pediatrician: 

Doctor (to me): "so which ear is bothering her?"

Vivian (hand to ear): "this one"

Doctor: "okay.  And how long has it hurt?"

Vivian- holding up her fingers: "two minutes."

Doctor: "and what is wrong with it?"

Vivian: "it's green."

And that explains everything.

Eventful Morning

So far it's been one of those busy mornings at our house, completely kid related however (and there's only two!).

• Vivian learned how to scoot across the rug using one arm and her legs to retrieve things that she wanted (mostly Sam's toys).  Meanwhile, Sam was playing with his cars and eating his breakfast on the couch and decided his car should run through his strawberries.  Somehow this happened on top of the white curtain that hangs behind the couch, smearing strawberries on the curtain and all over the couch.  We cleaned up the couch up together and put the curtain in the washing machine.
• While we cleaned up, Vivian was "taking a nap" in Sam's crib.  When I went into check, she had located his sippy cup that he has water in, and was effectively drinking it (the child who won't take a bottle).
• I finally get them ready to leave the house and they are at the bottom of the stairs while I ran back up to get long sleeved shirts.  Sam called up, "I played a trick on Viv!  She's laughing."  The trick was that he fed her a leaf, more specifically, "this dirty, junk leaf from the stairs, mom."  The baby who is not interested in food ate the leaf and was indeed laughing.  The leaf was in specks around her mouth and in her drool on her chin.  She kept coughing all morning.  She should have had the sippy cup after the leaf.
• We met our friends at the playground.  Sam had two huge meltdowns after playing only in the sun and refusing to move to the shade or have a snack.  Five minutes before we left, he wiped out while running with a wagon with three wheels (go figure).  Then he didn't move his arm for the next ten minutes, except to clutch it and scream for his father.  I called Chris so that we could go to the pediatrician's across the street thinking it was nursemaid's elbow (when the elbow pops out of the socket, he's done it before).  Chris arrived and we went over to the pediatrician, where Sam immediately proceeded to play with the toys with both arms and give Chris a high five.  Which, all being said, is better than nursemaid's elbow and having to pop it back in.  We came home and put a band aid on it.  

Now it is thankfully nap time...