Poor old Scarlett. Yesterday she was not happy. We had to take Scarlett and Florence for their immunisations, Florence had to have three needles in two legs and Scarlett had to have one in each arm. I had been casually talking about it for a few weeks, explaining that when you reach four, you have to have a couple of quick jabs of special medicine that stop you from getting sick in the future. I told her they would sting, but that then we would quickly rub her arms and go straight out for ice-cream to celebrate being a big brave girl. We even arranged to go with Amelia and her son Edward so they could have them done at the same time. I should add that Scarlett does not like doctors. She doesn't mind them if they are women, but the last time a male dr examined her, I had to physically restrain her while she kicked him in the face. The poor man was only trying to listen to her chest, not crack it. Anyway, yesterday things started well when we met Amelia at the surgery to find Edward had already has his done and was happily smiling over his new band aids, a sticker and a bravery certificate from the nurse. When it was Scarlett's turn, she skipped into the room and jumped straight onto my lap as the nurse requested, with Rob sitting in front of her on another chair. The seating arrangement was, of course, designed so that I could hold her arm tight and Rob could distract her from looking at the needles. As soon as the first needle went in, Scarlett started screaming in a way I have never heard her do before and which was reminscent of noises I last heard when I was in labour with Florence. She leapt from my grip, called the nurse 'Stupid!' and cried and screamed some more. Rob had to grab her and hold her long enough for the nurse to get the second needle in. She then pulled away, blood trailing down her arms, pulled open the door and shouted "That's It! I'm going home!" She then stormed off through the waiting room, to the amazement of waiting patients, out the door and up the street in full tantrum marching mode. It was hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time. Once at the ice-cream shop she was still so angry, that she threw her ice cream on the floor. Her fury continued all the way home when she went into complete and utter meltdown and had to be put in her room, for the safety of all, until she calmed down. After a few minutes, I went in and she literally collapsed in my arms with heaving sobs and lots of tears. I have a feeling we will now have to find a new surgery as I can't imagine us ever being able to get her through the door again. Florence's experience was much better, with a few tears fixed by lots of cuddles. I am so glad that is over.
In other news, our house is on the market, here is the link to the website, if you fancy buying it.
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Excellent, i am taking ruby and jake next week for their 5 year kindergarten shots 3 each!
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