Kindergarten

The things we do to send our kids to Kindergarten. Would you believe it takes FOUR immunizations to get your kid into school?! I couldn't believe it, I thought maybe one new shot, but nope, a whopping F-O-U-R! Do you think my 5 year old was excited about that, um, no. It took three of us to hold him down. There were two nurses, they were speedy and efficient. They counted one, two, three, and in unison, gave the first two shots. Then again, one, two, three, and the last two were done! Logan screamed at them. Told them to "stop it!" with intimidating sincerity. This kid has a serious temper, I wonder where he got it from?

We talked about some of his behavioral issues with the doctor, and our pediatrician kindly reminded me of the following. One, his little sister has special needs, two, he lost a grandfather just last year, and three, his sister and mother have been living at the hospital because, four, his sister has cancer (in remission of course!) Oh, yes. That could be the root of some of his problems. We're going to see if things don't begin to resolve themselves as we move into a more "normal" phase of life and he starts kindergarten next month. I sure hope so!

Logan's five year old stats?
*** weighing in at 46 pounds (75th percentile)
*** 44 inches tall (75th percentile)

And he is now immune to the chicken pox ... again ... for the next few years anyways ... until they have to do a booster of the booster, ... again. (Can you see me rolling my eyes?)

We took him to have blood drawn to test his lead levels. He's never had it tested and with Daddy's line of work, we thought it would be a good idea to check it out. He screamed at the lady in the lab too. In his most sincere, crabby voice he told her, "get away from me!" He tried to run out of the room, but I caught him and carried him back in. I told him this time that he needed to relax and not tense up or it would hurt. Like the big boy he is, he sat in my lap and relaxed his arm. I held his other arm tightly and told him to watch Daddy and Chelsea. Of course opted to watch the needle. He cried as she stuck him, and demanded, "take it out!" Once she was in, he stopped crying and looked at us in shock. It didn't hurt. She didn't even find the vein at first and had to move it around for a minute, and all the while he chatted with us. He was so proud that it didn't hurt and he didn't cry while the blood was coming out.

My brave little boy. All of this so he can go to Kindergarten ... or was it because I promised him ice cream? Double dipped chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles. He was in heaven, ... as was his sister ... who had ice cream all - over - her - face!!!