I'm finally done with Christmas. My "labor of love" turned out to take longer than I estimated, so I've been on Photoshop instead of the internet for the majority of the last week.
We got flu shots for the girls on Tuesday. Monday night I decideed I'd talk to Mia about it. I asked her how well she liked throwing up in the toilet the other day. (We've all been sick around here. Plus side was Mia learned how to tell when she's about to hurl. She was sitting next to me and said "Mom- I think I have to puke." My first instinct was to ask her where she learned the word puke. But I repressed that one and told her to hurry and put it in the toilet. She ran over almost in time and got most of it in the throne. A little was on the floor- but hey- I'll take that over carpet scrubbing any day!) She looked at me funny, and I could tell she was thinking, "Is she going to try and convince me that was FUN?" She shook her head. I told her that if we went to the doctor we could get a shot so she wouldn't have to throw up again. She looked suspicious. I told her that shots hurt for a second- like when Anya pinches you. She decided she didn't mind throwing up- especially since "I'm not sick now!" I didn't expect her to look forward to an injection- I just didn't want her to feel ambushed the next day. I was curious how she would handle the trip to the doc.
Luckily, I'm really ditzy, and forgot I'd offered to watch Mia's best buddy at the same time. So instead of just saying "We're going to the doctor, now!" I got to say, "We're going to pick up Abby and go to the doctor!" She didn't blink an eye, and we actually got out the door a little early.
In the waiting room, Mia stopped playing for a moment and looked at me with a solomn face. "I'm getting a shot." I don't know what this says about me, but instead of feeling sorry for her, I was really proud of the fact that she knew what was coming, and was being so brave about it. I just nodded sympathetically and said it would be okay. I just love getting to know this new person. She introduces me to myself a little each day. I had no idea.
She ended up getting the mist sprayed in her nose. Bree cried for a second. Anya whimpered a little. We have to go back and do it again in four weeks.