Let's get physical

The Boy had his seven year check up today, only 6 weeks late which is much better than say his 6 year check up that was a year and 6 weeks late LOL

He is 56 pounds and 49 inches tall. That makes him 50% for height and 75% for weight. At least this time, the doctor didn't tell me to put him on a diet (maybe had something to do with the fact that I laughed in his face the last time he mentioned it, especially after all the "feed him more, feed him more" when he was younger).

The doctor said he didn't think his headaches were too big of a deal but to keep an eye on them and if they persisted or got worse (he gave me a whole list of things to keep in mind for tracking the headaches), see him again. Unfortunately, he failed the eye test :( I have to call the optometrist to get him checked for real (the test at the doctor's office is a basic test that doesn't necessarily indicate an eye problem) because they close at noon on Weds and are obviously closed tomorrow. So I will follow up with that early next week (I might try to call on Friday but we will see if I can work it in around shopping and traveling).

After his appointment, we went to Toys R Us to find some gift ideas for Xmas. We came away with a couple of things for TB and very little for MT. :( I'm sure neither of them will be hurting for presents :)

A mom of one of TB's school friends called me this morning to let me know he had broken out in Chicken Pox. Fortunately, both of my kids had it about 2 years ago so we are safe but she said she called the "frienemy"'s mom and let her know and is calling the school so they can let the parents in his class know. That sucks for all of them.

Good doctor, bad guy

So TB woke up this morning complaining that his chest hurt when he took a breath. To the doctor we went, to make sure it wasn't bronchitis or anything serious. MT was also complaining that her ears hurt so we took her too, just to make sure. We went to CC but were told, as usual, that peds likes to see their patients so they got us in with a new doctor, Dr Porter. If I didn't already have a doctor that I liked, I would switch to her in a HEARTBEAT. She was super. She laughed and joked with the kids, answered all their crazy questions (you all know the kinds of wacky stuff my kids come up with) and gave them both medicine to help, even though neither needed antibiotics. TB got but on Albuterol and Pulmacort with the nebulizer because of his history of lung issues and wheezing. MT had fluid in her ears but it wasn't infected yet so she has some decongestant, although no where seems to carry it so CVS has to order it and it will be in tomorrow.

Then, we went to McDonald's for lunch (after I spent all morning cleaning, I so didnt' want to mess with lunch). While we were there, the kids were running across the room and pretending to run into the wall and then falling down. Apparently the guy that works there didn't know they were pretending and was freaking out. He kept saying "stop, stop that, quit doing that". Of course, my kids barely listen to me so they weren't paying him any attention at all. They played for awhile and some other kids showed up and they were all playing, very nicely, together. They were sitting at one of the unused tables and after a bit, MT started shoving the table around and banging it's legs on the floor. I told her to quit and she did. Instead she (and a couple of the other kids) starting banging on the top of the table like a drum. They were all laughing and having a good time. All of a sudden, this guy just SCREAMS at them to "STOP IT" and the stormed out of the door. Pardon me? You don't get to yell at my kids. RF immidiately got up and went to find a manager. He told him what had happened and was told "they were very sorry and someone will talk to him" which basically means, "sucks to be you dude, if you don't like it, don't come here anymore". As we were leaving, the guy came out and glared at me. I didn't say anything but if he ever says another to my kids again (we see him there pretty much every time we go for lunch), I won't remain so quite!