Indecent at the doctors...

Well.  The joys of turning 4 were over for my daughters this morning when they had their 4 year old well check visit at the doctors.  They were initially so excited to go to the doctors because they get to pick out of the big sticker drawer.  Like good girls, they always promise their brothers they'll bring a sticker home for them too.

So off we went, laughs and smiles.  We get there and they can hardly contain their excitement to weigh themselves.  Oh how things change the older we become.  They are high fiving each other when they have each gained a pound since I last weighed them on our home scale.  Again, the joy of being little and unaware that in years from now, they are going to dread this very part.  It's mainly the reason why I go to Minute Clinic whenever I'm ill.  Never takes a minute there, but they don't weigh you, so for that, I'll wait an hour.

So, we get in the room, and the girls shimmy out of their dresses.  Mind you, they are in skirts with ruffle tops, their tap shoes, the biggest bows they had and a big chunky watch (all of which they wore on the scale.  When I'm not able to visit the Minute Clinic, I wear a wife beater and jersey shorts, even if it's January 10th.  But I digress...)
So the girls get naked and the doctor starts asking me...how are they eating?  I say, oh they just started to really enjoy salads, and they like ground turkey, and then Alaina butts in, "But our favorite is McDonalds...we have 5 smurfs EACH".  I try to backpeddle and tell the doctor that we do go there, but my mom bought the kids the smurfs seperately...you don't have to buy a happy meal each time.  But either way, I wanted to keep the conversation going so that they didn't tell her that they also had every Alvin and the Chipmunk, Star Wars, Barbie and whatever other toy the happy meals have come up with in the last few years.
So, on with the questions... are they active?  To this, I couldn't even answer.  Samantha says, "Oh yeah" and she starts shaking her booty and dancing like she's been taught to dance at Score's.  Mind you, she's naked. Lovely. 
We go through the rest of the appointment rather nicely, until they are informed of shots.  Well....crap. I thought we didn't have them this time.  So, I entice the girls with the fact that they will be getting band aids, which for a few minutes, they are excited about.
Then, in walks the nurse with the shots.  Lainey can't wait for the band aid, so she hops on my lap.  One shot in and she's screaming.  Maybe it's the twin thing, but Samantha starts wailing too.  Lainey has stopped and Samantha keeps going.  Lainey gets her second shot and the screams are flooding the airwaves again.  But, I promise Lainey a piece of gum...sugar-free of course (I *almost* said McDonalds!!) and she quieted down.
  Now, for Samantha.  That girl got the strength of a Lion in a matter of seconds.  She started clawing towards the baby scale and then I got her on my lap and she is screaming like limbs are being ripped off.  My heart is breaking but we're trying to get her to sit still, so the nurse is sitting on her and me, and Sam is clawing...she grabs my dress and pulls that and my bra, exposing my boob.  Fabulous.  Then the door opens and the doctor walks in to see if everything is ok. By now, the nurse is tearing up, I'm crying, Samantha's crying, the nurse is sitting on both of us and my boob is out.  What a sight... I could only imagine.
Finally, things settled down and out we walk.  I try to run by the doctor, thankful that I'm done with this appointment and can get out, when the doctor stops me. The twins had their hearing test and each one of them had a slightly lower score in their left ear, so I need to bring them back in 4 weeks. Fabulous.  I'm still not sure if they really failed it because even the slightest crinkle of chip bag and they come running...  But maybe I gave them such a chuckle, being indecent at the doctors and all.  I'm not sure who is more scarred after that appointment.  Samantha, Alaina or myself.  Or maybe the doctor....