A visit to Dr. McKay with Thing One and Thing Two

This morning I took the boys to the pediatrician for a follow-up appointment with Dr. McKay. The good news is that, after examining Corey and asking me a few questions, Dr. McKay declared that Corey is doing fabulously well. This is what I assumed, given how much energy Corey now has, but it was certainly reassuring to hear.

The bad news is that the kids were maniacs in the exam room. Just full out crazy. Anything they could get into, they got into. Corey started by giggling wildly and turning the lights on and off. On and off. On and off. I thought I was going to have a light-induced seizure. Then he decided that flinging the door open and running out of the room and down the hall would be fun. Which of course Mason had to mimic. In the opposite direction, of course. So first I had to decide which child to chase past the nurses and the other well-behaved children, apologizing as I went and trying to ignore the glares from the other mothers. I chose Mason. Who I threw over my shoulder sack-of-potatoes style (more glares - I wish I could bottle those, because they'd probably work better than alarm systems for scaring off intruders), then I grabbed Corey's hand and dragged them both back to the exam room.

Where Mason proceeded to bang the doors of the cabinets as loudly as possible. BANG BANG BANG BANG! Meanwhile, Corey decided to climb on the exam table and run up and down it. As I was removing Corey from the table, Mason started opening the drawers and flinging the contents on the floor. I nearly slipped on a small black object as I was running to stop him. When I grabbed Mason, Corey went flying out the door and down the hall again. ARRRGGHHHH!

When I got them both back in the room again, I had to stand in front of the door, with one hand on the light, and use every threat I could think of to stop them from further wreaking havoc for the remaining eternity it took for Dr. McKay to arrive and examine Corey. By some miracle, they calmed down for Dr. McKay, though Mason decided to throw a book across the room for one good last kick in the pants.

I brought them home and chased them around the playground until they were panting. Thank goodness it wasn't raining, though I might have run them around in the mud anyway. they needed it. Urchins.

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