Kindergarden Registration

We had a situation with Jack's shot records.  My copy of Jack's shot record is no where to be found, and to be honest I wasn't sure I ever even had a copy.  He has used the same pediatrician since birth, and they always kept the little blue chart in his health record.  No big deal, right?  Just call the pediatrician's office, they'll have it.  True, unless your pediatrician just up and closed her practice with no notice and no word to her patients, and is not responding to records requests.  Ugh.  I've been dragging my feet on getting him re-immunized for a couple reasons. 

1.  He already had them.

2.  I don't like immunizations.  I get them for the kids because they are the responsible thing to do, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make me sick to my stomach every time they shoot a live virus in my kids bodies.  So yeah, imagine feeling like that about immunizations and then having to do the whole schedule TWICE?

I've been sick about this whole mess. 

And then, something awesome happened.  I already finished cleaning out every room that any shot record would be in.  No luck.  But randomly and out of nowhere, The Bad One (I'll give you one guess who I'm referring to) came running out of my room with my Kindle.  I went to try and get it from him, and he ran like the wind.  And when he was running, something slipped out from the case.  I recognized it immediately.  It was a shot record, and thank the glorious heavens above, it was Jack's shot record.  Now it didn't have the last round of shots on it, but it did have 20 shots recorded that he wouldn't have to redo.  I can't even tell you how happy I was, what a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.  I have no idea why in the world it was stuck behind my Kindle, but whatever.  I'll take it.  

That left five shots to get his record up to date.  But his new doctor doesn't do shots.  She is a family practice doctor, not a pediatrician.  I've known her for years and my kids love her.  After exhausting all options, I grabbed all the paperwork and headed out to the base.  They have an immunization clinic and  I just hoped they'd take care of Jack for me.  I walked in the door of immunizations, explained my dilemma and hoped for the best.  

"Well, technically we can't do that but can I see your ID card?"

So he didn't shut the door on me completely, that was good news.  I was super nice and handed him my retiree ID card.  I know enough to know that I'll get more bang for my buck using that over the military spouse card I have.  Sure enough.

"Oh sure Senior Chief, have a seat.  We'll get him taken care of right away."

Yay!!

And they did.  They were pretty hip to the plight of Jack-Jack and took really good care of him.  

Because really, who wouldn't feel sorry for this little face?  That's the face of sheer misery right there, folks.  The look of a boy who is about to get five shots.  

But, he's caught up and ready for Kindergarden.  We went straight from the clinic to the school and signed all the paperwork.  I was so happy to be back in that school, the office workers hugged me, the teachers remembered me from Justice's stint there, and Justice's old Kindergarden teacher hunted me down and asked me to request her as a teacher for Jack.

And I know what you are thinking… and the answer is yes, she already knows Jack is different than Justice.  She knows what she's getting herself into.  Ha!

The Bad One gave me a run for my money today.  We had to wait nearly an hour for the immunizations and this kid drove me nuts.  He was into everything.  When we finally got called into the room, I was holding Bo and he was wiggly, trying to get away from me.  

 "You can put the baby down.  There isn't anything in here he can hurt or get into.  Everything is latched down."

HA!  Bo wasn't down for ten seconds and had a drawer unlatched and open.  The Hospital Corpsman (Navy medical guy) was dumbfounded.  

"I've never seen a kid do that before.  Wow."   

Yeah, me either pal.  Let me introduce you to The Bad One.  His brain is in constant calculation mode. How can I get that, how can I break that, how can I move that, how can I touch that, how can I open that, how can I drive my poor mother bonkers.  

A picture speaks a thousand words.    

I can't believe Jack is finally ready to go to school.  I am so glad I have been able to be home with him for the past four years.  I'm going to miss that little booger when he goes off to school.

And the countdown begins.  August will be here before I know it.  And I'll be left to fend for myself, alone with The Bad One.