That screaming you heard this morning? Yeah, that was Graham at the doctor’s for his two-year-old check up.
Yup, it’s official. My boy’s got Daddy’s sleepy eyes and Oma’s adorable juggy ears.
And Mama’s Irish temper.
Obviously no child, or adult for that matter, really relishes a trip to the doctor. But few kids actually attempt a beat-down on the nurse while being weighed (fully clothed!).
I swear to God, I thought she was going to call security.
Things only got worse when the doctor actually got to examining him. I had to hold him down as he flailed wildly and screeched MAMA at the top of his lungs when she checked his heartbeat.
And when he actually had to get the needle for his Tuberculosis test?
Let’s just say there were a few people in the Ukraine who had to turn up their television sets.
I’ve already established this kid’s got a fire in his belly. I think I wrote quite eloquently (if naively) about purity of his emotion.
But whoa Nelly, I have caught a glimpse of the future and it looks like a big helping of work with a side of frustration.
Anyone else thinking military school?
