Our pediatrician has a new nurse on staff, and he's a great guy. He's gregarious and knows how to talk to kids well. Plus, he's a daddy to a young baby, too. We saw him for the first time when we went in for B's shots a couple weeks ago. Obviously, the visit was still fresh in B's mind, because when he caught a glimpse of him on the other side of the glass door, he said to me, "That's the man that gave me my shots. I didn't like that."
I'm really glad he said "that" and not "him."
Anyway, when B realized that the nurses were going to give his baby sister shots, he grew alarmed, and shouted, "Stop! No! Stop that! Don't do that!" at the nurses.
|Not that THAT stopped big brother from giving her lots of kisses to "help her feel better."|
|He wanted me to "chase" him, but he was so busy laughing and looking back to check how close I was that he wasn't going very fast. And of course, then it all got silly when he laughed so hard he fell off the four-wheeler.|
(On a separate note, every time I say or hear that phrase now, I think of Third Day.)
On Saturday morning, the boys and girls went separate ways as N took B to a kids' workshop at Lowes and took the four-wheeler out for another spin while A and I went to an essential oils class with my friend, Rachel. That afternoon, we went to a birthday party for a little buddy. I stayed up late doing chores, because I actually wanted to take a full Sabbath day today after such a busy Saturday.
|Such a goofy boy!|
|Cardboard boxes are great building materials!|
|Hard at work with Daddy|
|Such a happy girl!|
B is starting AWANA this year. N will be taking him, as well as serving as a leader (not with B's class, though), and he had a training/info meeting this afternoon. B had had a rough latter portion of the morning and woke up cranky. I knew I needed a good source of distraction while N was at his meeting, so I took the kids to the pet store. It was the perfect time killer. It was Cat Adoption Day, so B got to walk around petting some of the kitties. He has told me in the past that he prefers cats to dogs (ugh). When we walked by the rodent cages, an employee was feeding the guinea pigs. B was staring so intently at him, watching his every move, and the man was kind enough to take out a guinea pig for my little boy to pet.
The weeks seem to fly by these days. This morning, as we headed out the door to church, I said to N, "I can't believe it's already Sunday again. I feel like it was JUST Sunday."
And tonight, I'm sitting here making list after list of first-day-of-school-related things I want to do. I'm trying to strike a balance between making this a fun and memorable start to B's school year while intentionally keeping space open and available for him to express any concerns he may have. I don't want to just bludgeon through the next couple days, insisting that this is all "Fun! Fun! Fun!" because I know that transitions are tough.