Rips 15 month old out of crib, brightens his day with oatmeal immediately after this extraction. Poor a sipper cup of milk, shove poor bewildered child in his car seat with cup, shut the door and speed off to doc. Ponder on the way to doc that wittle ickle goo goo probably needs his nails cut. Rummages to see if emergency nail cutting device is in console for use before Holy Communion avoid embarrassment missions. Check. Extracts small child from car seat at doc, checks him in and heads for the bathroom to cut his nails and clean his wittle hands. Is relieved to find paper towels in bathroom to wash oatmeal off his baby schnuckem cheeks and exits for waiting area happy that I might appear like I take careful care of my one year old.
Nurse forgets to check her clock and emerges fifteen minutes later after little person had 'read' all the magazines, ripped off his socks, charmed some old people and stole the Gideon Bible.
Questions......'can he throw a ball?" Me, "I am not sure but he can whack his older sister on the head."
Nurse, "Can he say four or more words?" Me, "I knew you were going to ask that last night so took inventory - Chip (the dog), Cia (Cecilia), Mama (phew), NaNa (Matthew or Anna)."
Doctor, "Does he have his molars yet?"
Me, "Um......I am not sure. No, I don't think so but am not sure."
Such is the life of this mom of nine. I probably did the same thing with one. I am just a lot less focused on the ickle small people's every move etc. He did get many comments about how expressive he is and after a nasty blood test for lead, went merrily home with me. Gotta love his little self.