Saturday, November 07, 2009

Yearly Check Ups

I took Cyr, Emma, and the twins for their yearly check ups on Friday. Every one is healthy except for a cold here and there. The pediatrician is one we have used for all 8 of the kids and for almost 18 months, she still doesn't recognize us. It's kinds weird b/c we stand out in almost all other situations. After she got started on the kids it kinda came to her that I was the lady with all the kids. She began to compliment me. She must have said at least 5 times that my kids were so clean and neatly dressed. I admit they had a little extra time getting ready and had matching clothes on but nothing special I can assure you. After the first couple of times I began to wonder what kind of patients she usually sees. Don't other parents keep their children bathed, trimmed, and in clean clothes? She mentioned again that she was impressed by their hygiene and that she commended me on being such a great mother to so many. I quietly told her to hold off on an award until she saw my other 3 next Tuesday. I take Patches, Michael, and Ruthie for theirs. They are all 3 hygiene challenged, at times.


Kelly said...

lol you crack me up. Nice dr. I would keep her.:) Compliments are always nice and encouraging and we can all use some encouragement. right?!?

Michelle said...

LOL, compliments are great for whatever reason. I think it's the whole "big family" mentality that makes people like that because I have people say stuff like that all the time also. We just have 7 though. Usually I hear, "I don't know how you do it...I can barely keep up with 2 kids...." I'm sure you hear it more than I do though, lol.

And of course, with all of your children's different problems, I look at you and think, "I don't know how she does it..."

Tudu said...

As we were leaving the office, I had the kids line up against the wall heading out the door in the waiting room. I could see them and still do my business at the counter. I didn't think anything of it but as I turned to leave I saw the waiting room filled with obnoxious kids and their parents. I looked right at the kids and whispered 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. The entire room roared. A few hollered out questions and comments about how well behaved they were, I trained them well, and could they give theirs to me. I politely laughed and we went out the door. The kids don't even think twice about it anymore. I thought the entire visit was a hoot.