I picked them up from school and off we went. Daddy was so kind to meet us at the doc's office mid-day to help with any meltdowns or pep talks. We got both of them weighed and measured. Grey: 20.4 lbs and 27.5" long. Anna: 32 lbs and 37" tall (ish). I can't quite remember. Her height may be totally wrong. I do know that she gained a whole 2 lbs in a year. That's not that much. Anyway. As the nurse looked at all Anna's stats on the computer, she gasped and said, "Anna doesn't get shots today!" I kind of felt bad that I asked my husband to come help when I didn't need it after all. But it was nice anyway.
For some reason, Anna was a little bummed that she wasn't going to get shots. She started saying things like, "Mommy, I want a shot right here (pointing in a random spot). Mommy I was TWO shots! I want one right here and right here...and two on my legs, and one on my arm!" What? Maybe she didn't know what a shot really was like, or maybe she didn't remember. After we talked to the doctor, and as he was leaving he said, so we need two flu shots, and rattled off a couple more medical terms for other shots for Grey. I looked at Anna and said, "Hey, you DO get a shot today!" Her face lit up. Really. She hopped right up on the table and said that she wanted to go first. The nurse briskly talked her through it, held her hands, and gave her the shot in her thigh. Anna's eye's darted toward me as she took a deep breath in and cringed a bit. The nurse pulled out the needle and stuck a band aid on it. Anna let out her airy giggle. That was it. No crying. She even got up and help Grey's hand while he got his three shots, telling him "Iz ok Grwey."