Birthday boy had a rough start to his day, but it did get better. En route to his two-year check-up at the doctor's office, he threw up. Breakfast was strawberries and milk, and it all came back out. Poor kid--he was covered in it and stuck in a car seat. He kept calling from the back seat in a frantic voice, "Tissue, tissue. Wipe it mommy. Wipe it." We made a quick U-turn, went home, and started over.
At the doctor's office (later that day) he passed his check-up with flying colors, but had to get two shots. (No, I wasn't thinking very well when I made the appointment. Crummy thing to get on your birthday.) As soon as the nurse poked him, Ezra, through tears cried out, "Kiss it mommy. Make it better!" What a sweetie boy. Kisses and hugs did help, and he quickly calmed down. He would have nothing to do with his Tweetie bird dot bandages, though. "No dots. Dots off." I think I can attribute his dislike to stickers to the book You are Special. Ezra is keen to remind me that stickers, especially dot stickers are bad.
Birthday celebrations were simple, but just right. Ezra could care less about cake, but loves ice cream. So, we had ice cream and cookies. He thought it was fabulous, so did I. Scoop ice cream, put cookie in bowl--done. Ezra loves any type of large vehicle used on a construction site. So the "prizes" as he calls them, were a dump truck, a roller, and a bulldozer. He was so entertained by them that he neglected Bear for close to two hours, which is saying something! It wasn't until he was in his crib, ready for bed that he noticed Bear's absence.
What a nice (and mean) pediatrician! To reschedule later in the day (and give shots after throwing up). Happy Birthday Ezra!
ReplyDeleteWhat a brave...and delightful birthday boy! Looks like he was amply rewarding for all his pains.
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