Today Will and Alex got to go to the Doctor's office for their yearly check-ups. Yes, Alex is 2 1/2, but we were rather busy in the winter/spring and it's rather nice to have both go at the same time.  I told Will he'd have to get several shots because he was almost 5 and 5 year olds get shots. He wanted to know if he could wait until he was 5. Um, no.

The boys were quite chipper about going–even though I managed to schedule it at 1:30, right during nap time. Alex did not take an early nap, so I knew he'd need one once we got home.

The Doctor was impressed with Alex's verbal skills. Alex pointed out that her toes were purple, mine were pink and his were black. Um, yeah, we didn't really SCRUB them yesterday, just washed them off, so there was some black in the nails.  Later she asked him to walk across the room to Will. He ran. She asked him to walk the other way. He ran. I told her he doesn't really "do" walk. He wasn't able to walk on his tipy-toes, but once we explained to him tonight what that was, he was able to do it.

Will got a vision test and tested 20/40 in both eyes, so we are going to have to keep an eye on that (no pun intended). At first I thought there was no family history of bad vision, but then I remembered James had glasses as a child and has several family members who wear glasses.

Then it was time for the nurse to come back and give Will his shots. She asked if he wanted to sit on my lap and he said "Sure!" and got right on.  Then he got the first shot (of 3), and it was bad. He cried and cried. I felt bad when I realized that I never really told him what a shot was and he didn't remember them from when Alex was a baby (or didn't realize that was what was making him cry). 

Later, when we were at the check out desk Will said "Mommy, why did the Doctor's office have thorns?" 

Will kept letting out little sobs until we got in the hallway, and then he was ready to race his brother down the hall to the elevator.  When we got in the car I made the mistake of telling Alex he'd need a nap when he got home. He was the one who cried the whole way home (ok, that's only a minute or so, but it sounds impressive!).