Shots & Stinky messes!

This week Josiah had his 4 year old Dr.'s appointment. He knew he would get shots (4 of them) so he was nervous, but was taking it well. We got there & they weighed him, checked his height & did his first sight test. I was so proud of him for how well he listened to the nurse & did was she asked of him. He read the eye chart so well too. He did great with the Dr. also, all the while knowing the shots were coming. So then it was time. He started crying & calling my name. So i sat next to him on the table & just held him. They started with the tb test. That's the one where the needle stays in your skin until a bubble forms. That, of course freaked him out! I kept trying to get him to not watch, but he insisted on seeing what they were doing. Then they gave him 2 shots in each thigh, which honestly, felt like it took 10 minutes, which I know it didn't. We headed downstairs to check in to the lab & I had to sadly tell Josiah that he had to get one more. He began to cry again. We went into the lab & had 2 viles of his blood drawn, where once again, he wouldn't stop watching & it freaked him out even more. I felt so bad for him! He did tell me that I said he would get 4 shots & he got 6. So I had to tell him I didn't know they would do so many :(. We got through it, though! I took him to get a Rite Aid ice cream (he chose cotton candy...out of all the flavors, really?) :)!!! He was pretty good for the rest of the day & didn't complain much more. At 1am, though he crawled into our bed & said he needed to throw up. As Shane took him down the hall, he began to be sick :(. I took his temperature & he had a 101 degree temp too :(. We got him some children's advil, some water, a washcloth to cool his body & laid him back in his bed. He asked if I would pray for him, so of course I did! He was pretty much asleep before I finished my prayer...tired guy. Then yesterday he had a pretty hard day. He was crabby & not feeling good. I was trying to be gracious as I knew he still didn't feel good...100 temperature & saying his legs hurt. Today is much better! No temperature, no complaining of hurting shot spots.

Meghan Joy!!! My sneaky girl!!! She went upstairs to 'play'. I called her name & she rounded the corner with a plunger in one hand & the toilet brush in the other...yuck! So I ran upstairs to see what she was up to. Toilet paper everwhere! Trash everwhere...she had emptied the trash onto the floor. Apprantly, she had put the toilet brush in the toilet & then walked around the carpeted bathroom floor with it, so lots of wet spots of toilet water were also awaiting me. I stepped in to the room where the tub & toilet are & there was toilet water all over the floor, washcloths in the toilet, more trash & wet toilet paper! Gross! I didn't even know where to begin. Not to mention Meghan was soaked with toilet water too! So I threw the trash away, yet again. Picked up all the rugs, washcloths & towels to put in the hamper & wash, & cleaned the floors. Then it was time for a bath for Meghan.