I was slightly nervous that S would have a meltdown because there were a few other children crying and screaming around us. One little girl could be heard across the entire room, and probably outside the building as well, and she hadn't even had the needle near her yet (future anti-vaxxer in the making?).
I got my vaccines first. Then, it was S's turn.
Amid the chaos around us, S just sat in my lap, quietly observed the lady preparing the vaccine, had the shot, and we went over to the colouring station. Baby P was cool as a cuke, as per usual.
A few days later, unrelated to the vaccine, and probably because we exposed ourselves to other sick children, both kids are once again sick. Their symptoms are mild, only runny noses, so I'm hoping it will run its course in the next few days. It's extra tough right before mealtimes, because both of them are hungry and want to be held. I only have one pair of arms and barely enough strength to carry one of them because they're growing so fast. Somebody will always be left on the ground, screaming and kicking. Usually, somebody will be sad, and that is often me.
Thankfully, we live in a great city with lots of food options to refuel after an exhausting day of being patient with the kids. H and I decided to visit Downlow Chicken after an especially gruelling week:
We ordered three pieces of chicken thigh by the piece, which were served with pickles over a piece of white bread. We ordered three separate flavors - the jerk, the lemon pepper, and the cool ranch. The flavors tasted the same to me, maybe the seasonings intermingled into a hot mess of spices.
This was so so so delicious, and the best fried chicken in town.
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