Oh, Layla

We took Layla to the vet today.

Yep, Brooklynn, Mason, Layla and I went to the vet. We started out alright. I took the stroller since I would need three more arms to contain all three of them without. Things went pretty well. Until...

...Mason got tired of sitting, then got tired of being held and insisted on crawling around on the floor. No, I didn't let him. He just squirmed in my arms until it was time to leave.

...Brooklynn was great and I let her get out of the stroller not too long after we entered the waiting area. However, while she was keeping herself busy by buckeling the straps in the stroller, she climbed into the back and since there was no weight up front, tipped the whole thing over onto herself. It was all downhill from there!

By the time we made it back out to the waiting area, the kids were a wreck and so was I. I try look like I've got it all together but I must not do a very good job. THIS is why total strangers ask if I need help when I'm out with the kids. Thanks to the reception staff, our vet, another vet (we know him and he came to say hi) and yet ANOTHER vet who came out because the noises she heard were definitely not of the four-legged kind, we made it out alive.

Layla, on the other hand, faired pretty well. She got a manicure and eye drops for her allergies. Since her eyes started itching, she started clawing at them and now has a scratched cornia. I think she feels better already now that we started the drops.