I love all my children, equally. Really, I do. But it's so . . .interesting . . .how Heavenly Father sent them all to me with such different personalities. If He wasn't going to give me a guidebook on how to raise them, He could have at least made sure they had similar personalities. No such luck at our house, and each child is an adventure!
Yesterday I took Lindsey to her 5-year-old check-up, since she'll be entering Kindergarten in the fall. She had known about the appointment for a few weeks, and I even told her that she may need to get a shot. Her response: "But is the doctor only going to pay attention to ME? And only talk to ME and ask ME questions?" Oh, dear. Lindsey is all about having the attention on her.
She was very excited when we entered the doctor's office, and couldn't wait to get started with the exam. She weighed 44.6 lbs. (64th percentile) and was 45 inches tall (71st percentile). I talked to the doctor about immunizations, and was not impressed when he wasn't very supportive of my decision to part-immunize Lindsey and not immunize Logan at all. He kept telling me awful stories about how he has seen children die from Chicken Pox and become sterile from mumps. I told him that he's welcome to come spend time with the Autism Spectrum kids in my family, and then tell me I should risk my child becoming autistic, which obviously runs rampant in our genes, by allowing them to be immunized. Good grief.
Anyway, these are some of the conversations that occurred between the doctor (whom I really like for the most part) and Lindsey, during the exam:
Doctor: Can you count to 10 for me?
Lindsey: Of course.
Doctor: Well, can you do it then?
Lindsey: I guess so (and then starts to count).
Doctor: Close your eyes, and touch your nose with each finger.
Lindsey: No.
Me: Lindsey! Do what the doctor says!
Lindsey: I don't want to.
Doctor: I'm just trying to check your balance. It will hopefully be the only sobriety test you ever take!
Me: *chuckle* Ya, let's hope so!
Lindsey: I'm not going to do it.
Doctor: Why don't you want to?
Lindsey: Because it's too weird, and I won't do it.
On the way home from the doctor, I was talking on my cell phone with one hand and steering with the other. Logan fell asleep with his half-eaten chocolate shake in his lap. I asked Lindsey to get the cup and hold it until we got home, so it wouldn't spill. She picked it up and said, "Here, Mom! Take it!" I said, "No, Lindsey. I told you to hold on to the cup until we get home." So she threw the cup into the front of the van, ruining a library book and getting chocolate shake all over the console and floor. I was NOT happy. She spent the rest of the evening in her bedroom, until she finally fell asleep. Dinner was an apple and water.
I love that little ball of energy and spunk. But I feel like I should tell her Kindergarten teacher to strap herself in, because it may be a bumpy ride.
4 comments:
Ali, I am laughing so hard reading this! Isn't it SO frustrating to have a child with a "mind of their own?" lol. All I know is that I have had to learn to let Maegan be Maegan and just appreciate everything she does. When I look back at what I thought was so hard at the time is hilarious now. Good luck to you and definitely to her teacher!!!
Oh Ali I only hope our visit to the doctor goes that well. Holland doesn't know she is going to get shots only because I would never get her out the door if she did. Holland and Lindsey are so much alike it is scary!
Oh no that sucks about the shake. She is such a cute girl though, she will probably get away with being a little feisty!
Yikes! That sounds like something Parker would do with the milkshake. I love reading these funny stories about your cute kids. I'm sure they aren't very funny to you, but they sure do entertain the rest of us! Thanks for your comment on my blog about our move. It made me cry, but I know you're right. I'm sure we will love it. it's finally 80 deg. here in Texas but we are all sick so we can't even enjoy it!
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