Frequent Flyer

Matthew and I have a running joke about our kids and the pediatrician. Every time we take the kids in for an appointment we ask if they can punch our frequent flyer card. We are quite sure that they refer to us as "frequent flyers" because quite frankly we there a lot...A LOT. If only they knew that we also happen to be earning reward points at Care Now, or as Matthew calls it "Doc in a Box".
So how is that in an open room with plenty of space to roam a toddler can find the exact spot to trip that will land her chin directly on the side of the table? She couldn't hit the cushions, rubber balls, or fluffy quilts that can be found throughout the room. Of course, now that I think about it, maybe all of that stuff in one room is the reason that she tripped in the first place.
Let me tell you something about Reagan Marie. She is one tough cookie. After laying an inch long gash in her chin, she cried of course. Then she helped me find my keys to get to the doctor. Her brave attitude was all I needed to get my hands to stop shaking and take care of the matter at hand. It's pretty hard to be shaken up when the victim doesn't even seem to care. All she needed was a little liquid stitch (and four grown people to hold her down), and she was good to go. She is such a trooper, and everyday that I am around her she inspires me to be strong and not let the little things get to me.