OUCH!

The day after Dallin's birthday, I took him to the Dr. for his 4 year appointment. I proved to be not the smartest mom that day. He ended up needing 4 shots and he was absolutely terrified! He sat on the table and when she started I had to hold him against me and the table to get him to hold still. He was screaming, crying, and trying as hard as he could to get away from us. After the third shot, I turned around to make sure Brooke was still in the room (I had been slightly distracted with Dallin and forgot she had been standing right behind me). When I turned my head, I saw the poor thing curled up in a ball on the floor in the corner of the room with her hands over her eyes crying hysterically. I should have gotten a babysitter...what was I thinking!?! It took me twice as long to get her to calm down as it did to calm Dallin. She is really protective of Dallin and loves him so much. She is getting shots next month and I know it is going to be a mess! I had to take them to my eye Dr. appointment last week since Doug was held up in clinic and Brooke was a disaster the entire drive. She kept crying and saying that she didn't want them to give me shots and hurt me. I tried to explain that this wasn't that kind of Dr., but I think I traumatized the poor girl for life.

Dallin showing off all of his band-aids.