My Boys Spend a Morning in My Office. Or, How the AllergistMommy Earned Her Vacation.

My boys spent 2 hours with me in the office this morning. Here's what went down:

1. Coloring on scrap paper with highlighters.
2. Raiding the "treasure bucket" for toys.
3. Putting stickers on each other.
4. Eating fruit snacks in the kitchen.
5. Washing hands in every sink. Singing "handwashing song" at top of lungs.
6. Reading Harry Potter.
7. Sitting on Mommy's lap in waiting room full of patients, reading picture books about fire trucks and trains.
8. Sword-fighting with wooden tongue depressors.
9. Checking oxygen saturation.
10. Using Mommy's stethoscope to listen to everything in the office.
11. Locating Mommy's stash of Mike and Ike candies.
12. Filling cups with water from the water dispenser. Actually drinking most of the water. Dumping leftover water on brother's head.
13. Helping Mommy sweep the floors between patients.
14. Making friends with pediatric patients, and playing "Cut the Rope" and "Angry Birds" with them on our iPad. :-)
15. Trying to take a nap in an exam room. Giving up because the motion detectors kept turning the lights back on.
16. Reading children's books about the immune system.
17. Marching around the reception area singing "Yankee Doodle Dandy".
18. Going potty.
19. Watching patients receive allergy shots. Being amazed that no one cried.
20. Immediately declining when offered shots of their own.
21. Looking out the window, waiting for Daddy to come take them to lunch.

I have never been so happy to see my husband. :-)


  1. I really enjoyed reading this! Sometimes the simplest things make the greatest memories.

  2. Haha! Cool post and good to know your kids had so much to do in your office. Keep sharing.


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