Now that I have a big two-year old, I can ask Elias to say “cheese” while I’m taking his picture. This is the face I get.
Since Elias turned two a few weeks ago, I had to take him to the doctor for his two-year check up. My sister, Dani, came to help man troops. And boy was I thankful for her.
Elias loved sitting on Dani’s lap in the waiting room. He calls her “auntie” now. It is so cute.
After a little wait, we were taken back to see the doctor. The torture began. Poor Elias encountered a needle the size of Canada. If my eyes weren’t fooling me I’d say they stabbed him to the bone. I would have cried my eyes out if someone stabbed my leg like that.
This called for a fun surprise. A sucker made a quick appearance. This made everything a little bit better.
Dani helped Owen fall asleep in his seat. Isn’t she a great auntie?
While Owen napped peacefully in his seat, Elias drove a few of his cars on an invisible road- otherwise known as Dani’s leg. I am thankful that the visit to the doctor went so smoothly.