Jack's 2 Year Check Up

This morning was Jack's two-year check up. Crazy.

And yes, while I am perfectly aware {thank you very much} that his two-year check up is happening one month AFTER he has turned two, that's the price you pay for switching pediatricians for the third (!) time since moving here and finally {thank You, Jesus!} finding one who's awesome.

His check up was mainly centered on his breathing, which totally stunk today. He has been wheezing non-stop since Sunday afternoon.

"I'm going to put him on an oral steroid," the doctor said {after Jack had a ten minute breathing treatment with no improvement}. "He'll take that for five days, and then you can follow up with me next week."

"Um, would you mind just giving him a steroid shot instead?" {Being married to a doctor has made me a bit bolder, I'd say.} "He's just SO awful at taking anything orally." And he really is. Trust me. Getting Tylenol in this kid is an act.of.Congress.

"Sure," the doctor said.

So, we got a steroid shot instead of a Hepatitis A vaccine, which he was supposed to get at his check up.

But, if I am nothing else, I am a momma of my word. If you get a shot, and your last name is "Ryan," you get a cupcake, dangit.

"Jack, Jack, Jack, we're going to go to Bubblecake, okay?" I said, leaning over him as the nurse got ready to inject the steroid shot. "Okay? Bubblecake?"

Jack is a man, in case you're unaware {96th percentile for height; 91st percentile for weight}. He totally didn't need me leaning over him, reassuring him. He cried for .1 seconds, and then he was fine. "Bubblecake, Mommy? Get a cupcake, okay?"

"Okay, Bubblecake. Let's go."

Only one problem.

Bubblecake was closed. {Cue SCREAMING from the backseat.}

SO, Kroger it was--to stupidly purchase SIX bright blue cupcakes {I could literally--literally--see the blue food coloring pooling on the icing.}

I'm so excited that Jack is two. We're starting to get into potty training. He's using lots of complete sentences throughout the day. That two-year-old attitude is rearing is UGLY head, and that's no fun, but it's part of the territory.

I'm so thankful for Jack. He pushes me in ways that Nathan never, never has. And yet, he makes me laugh harder than anyone else. My favorite thing about my "Jack Bean?" He says "YES!" to everything. Everything. Want to go to Kroger so Mommy can put gas in her car? "YES!" Want to go to the doctor's office for your two-year check up? "YES!" Want to go to the Athletic Club? "YES!" I call him "Yes, Man," sometimes because he has that sort of attitude: pull yourself up, have a great attitude, and accept what life brings you. THAT, friends, is my Jack Man.