Jocelyn's disappointment....

Today we went to the OB's office for a regular check-up to see how Robbie is doing. (In short, all is well, though we're waiting on the blood test for Fifth Disease, which is a childhood bug that's not so bad for kids but not so great for pregnant ladies that I was exposed to recently, and my iron levels are getting lower - not anemic right now, but please pray that they don't drop any lower since they're borderline! Also, my arthritis is doing okay right now and mostly under control.) Jocelyn was perfectly behaved through all the lab stuff and the wait to go into the examination room. However, once we got to the exam room, she was bored and asked to leave after reading a couple of books. I told her, "No, sweetheart, we can't leave until we see the doctor." After I said this, she immediately perked up and started saying "woof, woof" over and over again. You see, she just paid attention to the first syllable, hearing (choosing to hear?) DOG-ter. She was looking forward to seeing a dog!

When the doctor came in about two minutes later, Jocelyn scowled as soon as she realized that there was no dog in sight. (I did explain the situation to the doctor so she wouldn't be offended by Jocelyn's glares!) Then she threw a huge tantrum as we were leaving, yelling, "woof, woof!" and frantically looking around, trying to find a dog anywhere in the office. As much as I tried to explain the difference between doctors and dogs, Jocelyn just wanted a dog!

Thankfully, even in the midst of the tantrum, I could see the humor in the situation, so it wasn't frustrating! Well, not very frustrating at least ...