You say it’s your birthday?


Well, it’s JZ’s birthday, too!
My weird, wild and wacky boy is the big 0-5 today. I celebrated by taking him to the Health Dept. and having his kindergarten shots done. Four of them, two in each arm. He was NOT happy.
Now, before anyone gets the idea that I’m into S&M and my idea of a party is inflicting pain, I have to point out that this was a spur-of-the-moment decision. You see, my lovely daughter (oldest) has recently come down with the creeping crud. It’s all over her face and legs. This happened, of course, on Saturday morning, when all doctors worth their salt are out playing golf. So I called first thing this morning and they got her in. I was afraid she was going to need a shot of cortisone but, no, they gave us a script for the oral version. Phew, crisis averted. While we were out, though, my conscience pricked me about my other lovely daughter (small, evil one) being behind on her vaccinations. I didn’t really want to put it off any longer because it tends to gnaw at the back of my mind and loom large over my head until I get it done (owing to the fact that I HATE having to take them for shots).
Therefore I decided, while we were out, to just pop over to the Health Dept. (because our pediatrician doesn’t vax in his office) and have Eliza stuck. On the way there it occurred to me that JZ was going to need all his kindy shots at some point before registration day at the beginning of August. Now, not only do I hate having to get them shots, but I also loathe going to the Health Dept. to do it. I mean, there’s a big notice on the door that says “If you think you have TB ask the nurse for a mask.” Hello?!?! And I’m supposed to take my kids and hang around that place where people with God-knows-what come and go? Any chance I have to avoid a trip down there, I take. So I went ahead and ordered up a round of needles for JZ, as well. I didn’t tell him until we were walking into the actual room where they were going to do the shots, so he had very little time to worry about it beforehand. He cried, of course, but recovered by the time we got out to the van, especially with the promise of McDonald’s following our trip to the pharmacy. (By way of distraction/bribery, I’d already previously promised doctor-phobic Madalyn a shake following her appointment, so we were headed over there anyway.)
So now the unpleasantness is over. Madalyn’s had her first dose of oral steroid for the “contact dermatitis” (our best theory is our roving cat dragged home something on his fur that caused it; likely poison ivy oil). JZ is sporting four Batman band-aids. Eliza crashed and burned on the way home and is now in bed, sleeping it off. And I’m nursing a headache which was likely brought on by the stress of all of this going on while I’m trying to get ready to fly the coop on Thursday.
JZ has some presents to open this afternoon, then we may go grab a bite to eat around dinner at the location of his choosing. Then, tonight, he has a party — but not his. It’s the birthday party of a preschool classmate. I’m not sure if today is the boy’s actual birthday or whether this was just the best close-by date for them to have the party but I’m tickled that JZ is, in a roundabout way, getting a birthday party on his birthday. However, it also feels a bit strange, like we’re leeching off someone else’s celebration. There was no reason for me not to let JZ go, though. We didn’t have any plans, and it’s not like I’m going to show up there with a cake and gifts for JZ and guests of our own. (We had his celebration yesterday, by the way. The five of us went up to Chuck E. Cheese’s in the city and did a party there. I had offered to throw him a party here, with his friends, but he chose Chuck E.’s instead.)
All in all, I think the fun/good will outweigh the pooiness of getting shots. And a BIG happy birthday to my Johnny. I don’t know what our life would be like without him. Okay, it’d probably be a lot quieter. But definitely not as fun.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

2 responses »

  1. Oh, happy birthday JZ! Five-year-old boys are delicious. Bad about the shots; we just went through that with Matt; but at least it’s over and he can enjoy his friend’s party.

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