All four kids have had well-checks in the past couple weeks.  They always give the kid a sticker at the end of the visit, but I really think it's the MOM that deserves the prize.  Mom is the one filling out a clipboard of paper work in the lobby while her kids argue over the giant abacus toy that's no doubt a petri dish of germs, then she's the one hushing kids and trying to break up fights without raising her voice, then she's holding the specimen cup while one kid is one the toilet and the others are unraveling the toilet paper into a heap on the floor, and she's the one who packed extra snacks and activities to endure the 60 minutes in a 10x10 room, and she's holding the kid(s) down while some stranger sticks a needle in her kid's leg(s), and she's the one trying to have an adult conversation with the doctor while the kids are playing tug-o-war with the stretchy cord of the eye/ear light thingy that's mounted to the wall.  But the kids get stickers when it's all over, and mom gets to leave with most of her dignity cause at least at a pediatric office they see lots of kids, and no one says "you've got your hands full".

 After the doc's office, it was Sadie Lou's turn for Hair Time.

 

Two pretty heads + four days+16 hours=no more braiding for another 5 weeks