Stop, you're hurting me!

I'm not sure what was more painful at our Pediatrician's office, the 3 shots and 1 TB test Turner had this morning, or the 1 hour + that all of that took. I'm not sure what I hate more, going to an appointment for my kids (because I know what a complete time suck its' going to be) or going to an appointment for myself-- mostly because the only doctor I've seen in years has been the OBGYN-- 'nuff said!

Poor little guy didn't know what hit him, just when he thought he was done after three holes in his legs, they came back at him with a needle to the arm because his parents are just evil enough to drag him to a country where TB is still a threat.

And to top it all off, we get an encore tomorrow at Children's Hospital where Turner will go for blood work because those same awful parents live in a super old house where there is a threat of lead poisoning. Ack. Can't wait for that appointment! That should be like a day at the amusement park for everyone. At least at Children's they have really cool toys to trick them into thinking it's something pretty cool and then- whamo! Needle to the arm. Luckily, thanks to the advice of my 2 year old, I've been working out; so I should be able to restrain my 1 year old as they drain his arm. Oh, and did I mention I'm working on my pessimism problem? Can't you see this post dripping with optimism? Maybe I'll start that tomorrow--- after the blood work.

Just in case you're curious, Turner weighed in at a whopping 20 lbs. 1 oz today. While he is at 15% weight and 25% height (according to the national average of American babies) he is in the 50th percentile for his proportions. So he is normally proportionate, just a bit "petite" according to the Doctor. Remember that post about Buckeye football, we may hold our bets on that one for right now.