Last time I asked about how much you asked your kids to help around the house. Like me, many of you felt not enough.
I'm happy to say that we're continuing to ask my kids to help out more during mealtime. Today at lunch, my husband showed my 12 year-old how to cook pasta. He was happy to learn.
My husband said, "So now you see why I'm working hard at cooking and you guys keep playing, I feel upset." We're all getting to know each other and ourselves a bit bettter.
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It's flu season.. more important this year as all the students are required to have flu shots by Dec. 31st.
Not surprisingly, my kids don't like getting shots.
I remember driving the kids to the doctor last year, I answered their question carefully, "Well, we may or may not get a shot. The doctor will tell us."
My husband, always a straight shooter, said, "What, of course you're getting shots. We are not going thru all this trouble to see the doctor if you aren't going to get a shot."
My 8 year old daughter was quiet while my 11 year old son got anxious right away, "Oh no, it's gonna hurt. Do I have to get a shot? I don't want to get a shot. Uh-oh, uh-oh..."
When the time comes, the doctor asked, who's more worried about getting a shot as she'd like to take care of that first. We all looked at our son. He got the shot and actually did fine, didn't even cry.
Her turn next, my daughter all of the sudden freaked out. She cried, she struggled, and it took two grown adults to hold her down to get the shot.
She said afterwards, "I felt okay at first, but watching Brother getting worried, it just scared me more and more." I asked her about how painful, she said it's a 7 on a scale of 1 to 10. Apparently it wasn't quite as bad as she had feared.
Ever the problem solver, my husband got a Buzzy Bee for shots. (Not cheap at almost $50, but he had extra money in his FSA.) My daughter was very excited.
Fast forward to this year's physical for my daughter, I didn't tell her about it until the morning of the appointment as I didn't want to worry her.
"Will there be shots?" she asked. I answered again, "Maybe, the doctor will tell us."
"Let's get Buzzy Bee," she said, and yes, she knew exactly where it was. We tested out the vibration and found the ice-pack wings in the freezer.
At the doctor's, when it came time for the flu shot, we put the Buzzy Bee on my daughter's arm.
"Wait, the Bee is supposed to be above the shot in the picture," she pointed out to the nurse.
"Mmm... that's where the shot goes. Let's put it below." And in went the shot.
I was holding my breath, but it turned out to be unnecessary. Not only was there no screaming or crying, my daughter's expression didn't even change.
"All done, you did great!" The nurse said.
"Wow, you handled that so well!" I marveled on the way home. "Was it the Buzzy Bee?"
"Not sure, she put it in the wrong place." My daughter, ever precise, said.
"Wow, maybe you're just bigger now, 9 years old", I wondered out loud. "I'm so proud of you."
At dinner that night, I told the family what happened, highlighting how brave my daughter was. My husband was impressed too, and told my daughter how proud he was of her. She just smiled.
Meanwhile, I still have that Buzzy Bee, if you want to borrow it for your kids' flu shot. ;-)