Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Milking it and word verification Wednesday

Monday Max had his 4 year old check up with the pediatrician, and you know what that means.


Poor kid, he didn't even know this was going to happen. He was all cute, giggling as the doctor did her exam and then she walked out and not one but TWO nurses came in the room.
As soon as he saw what was on the tray they carried, he knew what was going on.

We sat him on the exam table and I held his hands and tried to distract him as each nurse quickly gave him two shots in each leg.
His eyes got large and he looked up at me with a panicked look on his face. I thought he was going to cry, but he didn't.

Instead, he got mad.

He just glared at me.

Then he gave the nurses the meanest, maddest, look I've ever seen from him or any kid his age. I could almost see the laser beams shooting out of his eyes at the poor unsuspecting nurses who were at that very time, trying to give him a popcicle.

Max growled "I not want a popcicle."

Nurse #1: "Are you sure buddy? Here's a red one."
Max: "(grrrrrrrrr) I. Not. Want. One."

Nurse #2: "Would you like a sticker? We have Spiderman or Spongebob?"

Max: "No. I. Not. Want. One."

Seriously, if looks could kill....................

I took the popcicle anyway and gave it to him in the car where he finally ate it. (well, some of it, after a good portion had melted down his arm and onto his carseat)

When we got home, he went in his room to play with his cars for a while.
Not too much later I heard him calling to me.

I went into his room where he sat, surrounded by cars, reaching up for me to help him. I stood him up and he winced and grabbed his legs.

We went through this for the rest of the day. Every time he needed to go somewhere, I needed to help him.
Yesterday morning when my alarm went off, I found Max laying in the doorway to our bedroom.
"I not feel good. I can't know how to walk."
I gave him a warm bath and even carried him around for a while. I finally told him that he would need to start walking because he was going to school today.

"I not go to school! I not feeling good! I can't know how to walk!"

Naturally, me being the mean mom that I am, I took him to school anyway. (while there he seemed to get along just fine)

For the rest of the day he still couldn't use his legs and insisted on being carried everywhere.

This morning when he got up, I asked him how his legs were feeling and he said "They still are hurting."
A few minutes later he walked slowly into the kitchen and said "I have a great idea! We should make some cookies today!"
To which I replied "I don't think we could make cookies while your legs are still so sore."

Max paused for a moment then said "My legs are all better now! They aren't so hurting!" then he walked around the kitchen to show me that they were OK.

Which confirms what I've thought all along.................

A chocolate chip cookie will cure anything.


Hey, it's Wednesday and time for everyone's favorite game show (OK, "everyone" might be a bit of an exaggeration)


The fun game where you go to the comment box, look at the word verification code and make up a definition for the word.

Seriously, it doesn't get any more fun than this!!

Last week, I gave the option of writing a limerick using the word and several of you outdid yourselves.

Way. To. Go!

Feel free to write a limerick again this week, but remember, this is not a competition, it's merely an exhibition, please, no wagering.

And please keep it clean, my kids read my blog.


Kristina P. said...

Poor Max!

And my word is BOOTI, which is great since I think I added about 5 inches to mine, eating cake and cupcakes yesterday.

BTW, can you add some velcro to the back of my Snuggie?

Jessica said...

Poor little guy. I thought once they finished the immunizations at age two they were done until school (age 5). I was so hoping to not do shots next month at the 3yo visit.

Mandi said...

Nomal: When you are not yet normal...Or fancy french for normal..or poor spelling for normal..

I love that little boy! He is such a sweet heart! My boys always try to get stuff out of me after shots too...They know I am a sucker everytime :-)

JustRandi said...

Oh, Jessica... Just plan on it every time. Then you can have a happy surprise if it doesn't happen. srsly.

MAGAMI: the ancient art of a clothes dryer trying to static cling the entire load into one big magnet ball.

utmomof 5 said...


"Belle is my favorite dinces"

How my now 4 year old used to say princess

utmomof 5 said...


Umm... ya... I got nothing!

That would be a lot of scrabble points though!!!!

Karen said...

When my son was having his tonsils out he went in a day or two ahead of time for bloodwork. He was very upset about the "finger stick". I assured him when we went to the hospital for the tonsils, they would not do that again. Unfortunately, there was a problem with his bloodwork and they DID have to stick him again. He was really pissed. When his father asked him what was wrong, he silently held up his finger with the bandage on it......and it was the middle finger.

Drapo - cleaning product for drapes.

rychelle said...

i love every one of your max stories, but i think this might be my favorite. he is a kid after my own heart. i'm a pro at the stink eye. ;)

nhsmith55 said...

I actually look forward to your Max stories. Keep em coming!

WV -- bersperc -- When my coffee pot goes on the fritz.

Jen said...

borcor: the place beneath the mountain where the children go to get immunizations. Like Mordor, only more sinister.

Max had to get his legs prickled
About this he was not very tickled,
They traveled to borcor,
Which was eviler than Mordor,
And his jelly legs left mom in a pickle.

Melissa said...

I'm so with Max. When I have to get my flu shot, I practically demand the whole rest of the day off, because I can't use my arm. Seriously.

genelsa - The female version of the name Gene in rural Utah. See also Lagenelsa

Busty LaRue said...

Poor Max! Shots are the worst part of Dr's visits. We can't even walk in the office without my little guy screaming because that's all he remembers.

Sturd - hick for steered.

And then I sturd the tractor over to them thar fields.

Melinda said...

My oldest daughter (who's six) will still get freaked out and hide under the table, so annoying. While my three year old could care less. So glad the cookie made everything better!

rendef: a reindeer with a hearing problem.

Debbi said...

rebang- when the first bang doesn't work.

The Crash Test Dummy said...


I like that word. It's when you have a really hy pitched pant (breathe in, breathe out) Or your pants are really high.

Sorry about Max.

Thanks for the birthday wishes!

Lady of Perpetual Chaos said...

Chocolate chips cookies do cure everything. Especially the homemade kind. scented deodorant

Mum-me said...

Reminds me of my eldest when she had her 4 year old needles. She glared at the doctor and hissed venomously "I really DON'T like YOU!"

WV: yabiligs - small creatures distantly reltaed to bunyips.

Jessica G. said...

I love Max. Wanna trade?

Ruings: the non-stop catastrophes that seem to follow me, especially when I'm trying to finish a order for a paying client.

(sorry, I just don't have the brain power for a limerick, although I envy and want to throw Cheez-its at those who do.)

veronica said...

WV~ adoway
Wife says: "Where did the kids go?"
Husband, pointing down the street, says: "They went adoway."

P.S. Max is a funny kid! I love 4 year olds!

Bonnie the Boss said...

Poor kid! I am glad he got the cookies to help his legs. My neice boke her arm tonight. Maybe I need to take her some cookies.

Belovedgoddess said...

Poor Max.

When my daughter was 2 she needed bloodwork done when she was ill, she was so dehydrated that they had trouble finding a vein. She was yelling at the nurses who held her down with the scariest voice I had ever heard from her, they had sent me out the room . Then she peed on them, she had been yelling "I need to go to the toilet"


The candle was about to belitede

Jo said...

Poor Max!
Difidn, No you difidn!