Bring ooooon Kindergarten.
Yesterday, the little girls went to the doc for their 5-year-old physicals and (gulp) SHOTS. Yep – those were no fun at all. You can see here they were all smiles at first…
But once the nurse walked in carrying four syringes in each hand, their smiles faded and the color drained from their faces. I tried to prepare them for what was in store, and we talked about it for a long time the night before. It still sucked.
I have to say, though, that those girls were much braver than their older brother and sister were at their 5-year-old physical. I remember having to HOLD DOWN Mallory while my sister rounded up everyone out in the hallway. Mallory’s screams drowned out every other sound in the building! The little girls conducted themselves with far less drama! Lots of tears were shed, but they calmed down pretty quickly. It helped to know that we were meeting Daddy for lunch immediately after:
Hot wings at Hooters: makes everything all better, even when you’re five. Now all I need to do is dig out the birth certificates and fill out some paperwork, and these girls will be ready for kindergarten!
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Laura, also known as LaLaGirl, is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism.
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