Mama Called the Doctor...

Zee decided to play doctor today. (Before anyone panics, he was playing doctor in the most innocent, very very cute sense of the phrase. I know because we played it together.)

He saw Em laying down, and so he "cleaned" off her leg (rubbed it with various toys), and then used a My Little Pony comb to give her shots. And then he came and gave me my shots, and listened to my heart (with a pink plastic heart ring that he pressed to my stomach, and then moved the ring to his ear and counted quietly). He then told me my heart was "pretty quiet" right now. Next he pressed two plastic toy camels to my shins, and "typed" on his "computer" (a non-electronic math toy with buttons) to show me that my bone growth was "just right". (Just like our doctor, who plots the kids' growth on his tablet laptop and then shows you where you land on the curves.)

Of course then Em needed to be the doctor, and so she rubbed my head, and told me everything was okay, and that she was the girl doctor. (She meant she was the nurse. Gender roles! I had nothing to do with it, except that our doctor is a man and his nurse is a woman...)

Speaking of Em, she's my little artist. She draws the most amazing pictures, of men in bubbles, of people with wild and crazy hair, of babies and aliens and all. She is far more interested in coloring than Zee ever has been--she is patient and will color the entire picture, whereas Zee just puts a little color down and calls it done, and Gee is just at the scribbling stage. I need to get her some little art pads so she can be a real artist, and so that we have a record of her stuff at this age. That's what my parents did for me, and I thought that I was a real artist, and it shaped my life and the development of my artistic talents. I want that for her. If it's something she wants to do, then I want her to know she can do it.