This Week...so far

I told Talin and Collin about Pres. Hinckley’s passing on Monday night while we were eating dinner. I expected Talin to be upset, but he really wasn’t. He asked me how he died, I told him that he was 97 years old and had died from old age. Talin got really worried and asked me, “Mom, are you getting close to being 97 years old?” I had to laugh that he would worry about me being old enough to die. I reassured him that his mother was a young 27 years old and would be around for a long time.
Then Collin turned to me with a very perplexed look on his face and asked me, “Mom, how will we know the way now?” I thought it was so cute, because he’s a very self-centered child that does not worry about anything that doesn’t affect him directly, so I was happy to hear him voice some concerns about the prophets passing. Plus, his favorite primary song is “Follow the Prophet”, so his concerns do make sense in his little four year old mind.

On another note, Collin went in for his yearly physical yesterday. It was interesting. First of all the doctor spent about ten minutes playing with the transformer Collin had brought with him. I was almost a little disturbed by it. The doctor kept saying things like, “I need to put this down and see my other patients”, or “I just love solving things with my hands, I could do this for hours.” Okay….so is this what you’re doing when we’re waiting for an hour to see you each time we come in?? Great.
Then we were told that Collin would need five different shots. He was not thrilled about this. Every nurse that came in was informed by him that he didn’t like shots; I think he thought he wouldn’t have to have them if he let them know how much he hated them. In the end he did really well, screamed like a banshee, but it was a lot of shots at once.
Then this morning he wakes up with a raging fever. What??? No other signs of sickness but the fever, I think it’s the aftermath of all the shots. I seem to constantly have a sick kid lately; I guess it’s that time of year.

And lastly I went to my OB specialist for an ultrasound on Monday and everything looks great so far. The baby is getting nice and big and I’m still showing no signs of pre-term labor, so we’re really happy. I’m thinking I won’t need any of the preemie outfits I was thinking I would need. Here’s the happy, chubby kiddo.