Doctors

For some reason Tate has strange notions about what a doctor is. To him it is a game where he takes all the toys in our house and builds a fortress around himself, imagine a mess with a Tate size hole in the middle. He then sits in the center and prompts me to ask Doctor Tate for a toy. When I do he gives me a toy for about 20 seconds before wanting it back and then we do it all again, over and over and over. My hunch is that we go to the doctors for their toys, of course, thus a doctor manages toys.

Last week we went to the Palmer clinic and the staff doctor is due next week. Tate was very curious about her belly and when she told him there was a baby in it he wanted to check and proceeded to try. I think that was the most embarrassed I have ever been due to something my child did. When he wasn't able to see her baby he promptly pulled up his own shirt for an investigation of the baby in his belly. Since then he keeps asking about the baby in my belly that I assure him isn't there. We even sat down and pulled up all the pictures of me pregnant with him and Ian and I think he might be starting to catch on... maybe. Oh the things I never realized had to be taught or learned.

On Wednesday this week we had the resident doctor in  our ward set up a huge slip and slide for the cub scouts in our back yard. The kiddos loved it! The redneck version of a water slide is basically awesome. There was even a kiddy pool with baby soap at the top to lather up in and increase sliding speed. This was serious business.