What are you gonna do?

I took the boys to get their check-ups today...1 yr and 5 yr. I know, a little late. Anyway, when Keaton found out he was going to the doctor all he wanted to know was if he was going to have to get shots. Weston had no idea what was going on until the nurse tried to take his temperature. I guess all the memories came flooding back and he did NOT want to be there. Weston is in the 70% for height and 10% for weight...long and very lean. Doctor said he is good. While Weston was getting his shots, Tatum and Keaton sat with their eyes closed and their fingers in their ears. They wanted to leave the room cause, "We just cant stand to hear him cry like that".

Next was Keaton's turn. The whole time the doctor is asking me questions about Keaton, Weston was banging on the metal cart that holds the baby scale. It seemed with every question, his banging got louder. I would pick him up and then he would scream to get down. I could tell the doctor was trying not to laugh. Good thing we have been going to this same doctor since Tatum was little.
Keaton was grateful he didn't have to have shots, but he did have to get some blood work done (no problem, just typical 5yr check up stuff). We went downstairs to the lab and the whole time he just keep saying "what are they gonna do? What are they gonna do?" I didn't want to tell him so I just kinda ignored him. We got there, signed in and waited. They called us in and all 4 of us squeezed into this tiny little area. Tatum figured out real quick what was coming up and kinda panicked which lead to Keaton's panic attack. Tatum was asked to wait in the waiting room (by me and the nurse) and the hold down began. I had to hold Weston and practically sit on Keaton at the same time. It was cute though, Weston started screaming when Keaton did and he kept trying to push the nurses hands away from Keaton.

Doctor's visits are never dull in the Hartsell family.