One Of THOSE Days

Yesterday was one of those days that made you want to:

And:

Jemma had her 2 month check-up and Jacks had his 2 year.

Taking 3 kids to the DR. office is NOT fun.

After repeated strategical mauvers made by the boys to flee the office, Drill Sergeant Pediatric Nurse -- a.k.a HUGE Manly Marine Who Should Not Be Working With Small Children -- finally threatened their lives if they made another peep. So I did the only thing I could think of. I strapped Jacks into the stroller and gave him a metal pole to bang on the door with. And Bennett received my Ipod to jam out to. He was really going to town listening to 'How Firm A Foundation' (Does anyone ever say "jam out to" anymore? I don't think I'm not hip on the lingo)

Jemma was first up. I learned that she is perfectly proportioned.

Her stats: 9lb 11oz, 21.6 inches, 15 inch head circumference. All in the 25% for her age.

Dr. Keith was very excited that she's a symmetrical baby.

Jacks (as I've know for a LONG time) is not perfectly proportioned. (The head threw his stats off) He is 95% for his height and 25% for his weight. Looks like he's on his way to being a lanky giant.

After the 2hr office visit, and 3 shots each, we headed to the store to buy the ingredients for Matt's birthday dinner. He requested California Chicken; He got Chicken Enchilladas (It's much easier to make) (I know -- bad wife)

Things were going great until I got stuck behind the cart paying for groceries. Bennett walked backward out of the store and into the parking lot. (Smiling the whole time might I add)

Due to the fact that you never know who has a video camera and will report you for child abuse, he didn't get the spanking I was sooo wanting to give. Instead he received a very stern lecture to which he replyed "I didn't run away, I walked"

To show him who's boss, Jacks and I ate a huge handful of cookies while Bennett wailed about the injustice from the backseat.

The rest of the day was spent fighting with Bennett on whether or not it's naughty to run away. With him declaring "Your not angry mom, your sad. Not angry, just sad, okay?" I also managed to do some laundry, NOT burn dinner, and get cupcakes frosted, all before Matt got home. (This is where I pat myself on the back)

At the end of the day it was all worth it for 2 reasons : chocolate frosting and ice cream were involved, plus my sweet and adorable kids go to bed at 7:30 pm. (Whew!)