exactly what I wanted to hear ... well almost

I took all three children to the doctor for their annual check-ups this morning. Fortunately, Ronnie agreed to take off and go with me which was nice ... I could focus on answering questions while he focused on keeping the kids out of trouble. Overall, it was a good visit ~ the only discipline problem was D did not want to be weighed/measured and he wouldn't bend over and touch his toes when the doctor asked. It is embarrasing to not be able to control your child in public especially when you don't feel comfortable using the "normal" means of discipline. He did finally cooperate, but not before he gave me a good dose of humility.

I actually enjoy the kids check-ups, although it may be smarter to take them one at a time next year. I love to hear the doctor tell me that the kids are exactly where they are supposed to be. Maybe it is a little silly, but I think I need the validation that I am doing okay as a mother. Of course, I can't exactly take credit for where they fall on the growth chart, but it is still nice to hear. So, I enjoyed today when Dr. V told us that the kids blood work was perfect and that they are developmentally right on track. It was fun.

There is another side to this, though. Each time I take my children for these visits I am reminded exactly how blessed I am to have healthy children, and I don't want to take this for granted even one little bit.

The only real surprise for the visit was when the Dr. told us that D is "wheezing and popping and has all kind of noises going on" in his lungs. Great. So I started breathing treatments with him today. He wasn't too keen on the idea, but I was able to get it done without too much trouble. The beauty of this is that I had no idea that he was still sick (he had croup last week) and if this appointment hadn't been scheduled for today, I wouldn't have known until it had gotten much worse, which, according to the Dr. would have been pnuemonia(sp?). I am so thankful that this appointment was scheduled for today and that we can start treating him before it gets any worse ... isn't God good!

Now, I am off to pick up LB from dance and then back here to get JW ready for his baseball game.