Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Today I took Brock to the doctor's. He was overdue for some shots, and he's had a thing growing on his face pretty rapidly. I thought it was a wart, my mom thought it was maybe a mole. The doctor's verdict: a wart. We decided to basically cut it off while there. And let me tell you, Brock is a tough cookie. Three nurses had to hold him down and attempt to keep him still enough so the doctor wouldn't bludgeon his face while trying to remove said wart. He got it off, but not without some serious wrestling and sweating on Brock's part. Then the poor kid still had to get one shot in his leg after he thought it was all over. I'm just glad we didn't take Jakob-my cute neighbor watched him for us-thanks a ton, Arin! The last time Jakob went to the doctor's he got seven shots. Had he watched Brock through this ordeal, I think he would have sworn off doctors for life and thought we were the meanest parents in the whole world. Now for the hard part for me-keeping a 3-year-old's face clean!