Yesterday, Little Dude had a big day. After coming back from his food allergy tests, we stopped to have lunch and I put him down for his nap once we got home. We were almost an hour late on his regular nap time and I’m pretty sure he was asleep before I was even out of his room. Like clockwork, he was awake two hours later.
The morning hospital visit wasn’t the end of he day’s medical visits, though. Only about a quarter hour after waking from his nap, we were back in the car and on our way to get his 18 month vaccinations. It’s crazy how many times they get pricked for routine vaccinations in their first two years of life, isn’t it? We arrived at the clinic and the little guy busied himself with charming the sock off any adult that passed through.
Then, it was time. I sat the little guy on me. And I explained to him what the nurse was going to do. Then, I held him as the nurse pricked his right arm. By the time he realized what had happened, it was already over and he was looking at the small round band-aid with fascination. Then, it was time for the second vaccine. This time, he knew what to expect and he looked at the nurse with a look filled with loathing, but he didn’t try to pull away. The second shot was visibly more “pinchy”, but the little bugger didn’t even cry.
It’s a good thing that there wasn’t a third shot though because as soon as the second band-aid was on, Little Dude decided he was done for the day. He slipped off my knees waved to the nurse saying “bye bye” and went straight for the door.
After the traditional 15 minute wait, I decided to bring the little guy with me to the pet shop to take a look at all of the critters and animals. He was super happy. But the summom of his day happened when I went to pay for the replacement lightbulb for one of my terrariums; the lady at the cash offered him a sticker.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Once he had the sticker on his hand, he could not take his eyes off it (nor could he stop pulling it off then putting it back on, for that matter) and he kept showing it to everyone he saw. Seriously, I’m pretty sure that an Olympic gold-medalist who broke a record isn’t as proud of his medal as Charles was of his sticker.
It just goes to show how it’s the little things that count. As adults, I think we can learn a lot from kids. They sure know that happiness doesn’t have to come from something complicated.
What have been your kids’ most treasured possession?