bad jabs

As it turns out our boys are not completely fit to be in the Aussie school program as there are some vaccinations missing off the required schedule.  Russell was one of those children who just skipped the MMR while the Autism drama was on.  There is also a Men C vaccination that is required here and the clinic was not happy about some of the timing between some of the other jabs.  I have quickly learned that it is better to just fit in with the strict system and swim with the current.  So this week we have accumulated 7 pricks in the space of two visits to the clinic.  The good news is that they are free, the bad news is that Russell still needs two more in March and Hugo needs two more in June. 

We innocently stepped in to the clinic with our Lady Buxton cards today to get Russell's MMR.  The nurse went over each card carefully and the next thing I knew there were syringes being filled and emptied, plasters all round, lots of wailing and gnashing of teeth and the sweet jar had been depleted.  Interestingly my blonde boys (who shall remain nameless) do all the screaming.  The one with the curls who hangs around in the background steps forward and offers an arm without even flinching every time.  He still can't work out what all the fussing is about!

So here they are, nursing their wounds and pleading disability when I call for help with the chores.  Man flu, boy jabs, they are all the same.