School Daze Part 5 - Success!

School Daze Parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 are here, here, here, and here.

Over the weekend, I prepped Jason about our having to go to the "blood doctor" on Monday. He was somewhat excited to see what this whole "blood doctor" thing was, although he was more apprehensive of this unknown. He began to say he didn't want Monday to come Sunday afternoon. His motivation level ramped up some after I told him he'd get a prize if he was good.

All was going well after we got up on Monday morning. Jason and I dropped Shawn and Jack at my mom's and headed over to the clinic. We were halfway there when he dropped his bombshell.

"Is it going to hurt when the blood doctor looks at my blood?" he asked.

Sigh. I had hoped to avoid that one. I didn't want to lie to him, but I was pretty worried that telling him it would hurt wasn't going to help matters much.

"Well, Jay, it will probably hurt. But I promise it will stop hurting after a second or two."

Surprisingly, he accepted that answer without much more comment. He even handled things while we were there fairly well. It took three of us to hold him down so they could actually take blood (man, the boy is strong!), but all in all it went as well as you could expect.

"I do NOT like the blood doctor, mommy. I do NOT like him one bit!" he said as we walked through the waiting room. I heard a few little old ladies chuckling behind us as we walked out the door.

Off to the pediatrician we went for our form. One look at Jason's runny nose and bandaged arm, and there was no denying where we'd been. She finally signed our paperwork, and we were out of there.

We dropped Jason (and his prize) off at my mom's to recover and be with his brothers, Isaac and I armed ourselves with our copied and paper clipped forms and headed to the registration office.

We walked in together* and half expected to be told that we couldn't register because we were still missing something.  One of the lessons that we have learned through the years is to subconsciously remind ourselves to expect the unexpected and keep moving forward anyway.  Well, this time it all went as planned.

They'd ask for a paper, I'd channel my inner Emiril and "Bam!" I'd plop that paper on the desk.

Another paper earned another "Bam!"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!  (No, I didn't say "Bam!" aloud, although I swear it was a totally appropriate sound effect at the time. I may have said it in my head each time, though. Ahem.)

We turned everything in, twice, and not only did it go smoothly, I think the people in the office actually appreciated how well prepared we were. We were in and out of that office in what I'm sure was record time.

Our boys are now officially part of school system. Come August, there will be TWO KINDERGARTNERS in the house! Yea! (Yet at the same time, boo hoo.) There is a certain feeling of accomplishment that comes with going through all these "extra" steps because we know that in the end it means our boys will have what they need to succeed.

*Isaac created another buzz when we walked in the office. They reminded each other in Spanish that Isaac was the one who brought them the tissue and hot chocolate. LOL! His plan worked perfectly. And yes, our transfer papers were at the top of the file! ;)