Chocolate, my saving grace

Bloggityy-blog-blog-blog. It sloshed today. Slosh is an undesirable combination of rain/snow/ice when the temp is sitting right around 33 degrees. Slosh can also be an undesirable combination of crying/whining/whailing going on. Unfortunately, today I had a dose of both.

Savannah and Cade got immunized today-- no fun. Really, ----- no fun. I'm talking beyond the yanking my heart out while I watch my kids cry in pain non-fun. I mean it was that plus wrestling with my three year-old darling, angel son to get out of the place because he was hysterical non-fun. Why was he hysterical, might you ask? I really can't put my finger on it. Let's take this play by play.

After he received the shot, the nurse asked if he wanted a lollipop. She opened her drawer, and picked a few out, telling Cade to pick which flavor he wanted. Cade defiantly said he didn't want one and threw himself on the floor. I ignored this behavior and sat with Savvy to get her shots done. After that painful experience the nurse asked him again if he wanted one. He took one, then he gave it back, obviously quite frustrated. When we left the room and paid for the shots he started shrieking and screaming at the top of his lungs that he didn't want to leave. Maybe he...

• was insulted that a grown-up would think a lollipop would make up for sticking him with a needle
• was really in the mood for peas and squash
• realized when we were leaving he couldn't be asked a third time for the lollipop, and he had previously decided he would accept the lollipop on the third offer
• saw all of her lollipops and when he was only offered ONE instead of the drawer-full it ticked him off. He should have ALL lollipops (this is the most likely scenerio. my son loves all forms of sugar.)
• didn't know what the heck he wanted and was tired, cranky, and hungry and just felt like expressing those such emotions in a self-interpretive way.

Oddly enough mid-way through the car ride home he decided to switch to Angel Cade, personality number 5 and pretend as if the whole shirade never happened.

Well, I'm tired, cranky, hungry and I still have groceries to unpack out of the Subie. Wait! Do you know what this means? OREOS! Oh yes! I forgot about that. Well, i suppose life isn't so bad after all if you can end the evening inhaling a row or so of refined chocolatey scrumptiousness with some cold milk. I am a nursing mother, you know. Some days I am too busy (or choose to proccupy myself with a dozen other important tasks) to consume the necessary calories to keep my milk factory in business... so I'm left to find some way to do it when there is a little more time in the evening. Hence the Oreo binge. Thank goodness for Oreos.