Preparing for Haiti...

So, through a strange course of events, my friend, Kristin, and I ended up signing up to go on a missions trip to Haiti.  The missions organizations that we went with required that we be on anti-malaria meds for the duration of our trip, so a quick trip to my doctor was in order.  I don't know if it's just me, or if every mother absolutely dreads going to the doctor, simply because your have to drag your kids with you.  I mean, I think I've had pink eye for three weeks and can't motivate myself to go to the doctor because I have to take Darby with me.

Typically, a doctor visit for me will include Darby making an outright raucous in the waiting room, turning the little kiddie waiting section into an area for which the Governor would declare a state of emergency if he were to see it.  Aside from the disaster Darby creates, there is always that Mennonite lady with her little-house-on-the-prairie dress and bonnet and black tennis shoes with her identically dressed, completely quiet, well-behaved girl sitting quietly with her legs and hands crossed.  How nice it must be to sit in complete silence, knitting, while you wait for your turn to see the doctor.  The only reprieve from the waiting room is knowing that nurse's assistant will be there to call your name out, causing your little redhead to sprint for the door so you can walk the gauntlet to the scale, leaving the waiting room in disarray, and that sweet little Mennonite lady to finish her sock.

I think I annoy my doctor.  We are in the middle of an adoption from Haiti, so I'm always going in there with requests to have my urine and blood tested, physical after physical.  "You need to be tested for Syphilis for this adoption?"  Dude.  Don't ask.  We're talkin' HAITI here.  They don't ROLL how WE ROLL!  Answer: "Yes. (WHATEVER!  This is WAY more painful for me than it is for you, man)"  Remember: I'm doing ALL this stuff with Darby in tow! 

Come to think of it...I've always wondered why I leave my doctor's appointments sweating.  It's coming into focus now.  I THINK it MIGHT be because I'm wrestling with Darby from the moment I walk in, until I leave.

Anyhow, I finally made it in to my doctor's office this particular day.  Doc walks in and proceeds to have the following conversation with THE REDHEAD:

Darby: "I like your shoes."

Doctor: "I like your shoes, but my shoes are bigger."
Darby: "Does anyone in this room wear tennis shoes?"
Doctor: "Not right now, but sometimes they do."
Darby: "What's your name?"
Doctor: "Doctor Patti."
Darby: "Doctor Patti cake, Patti cake, baker's man...bake me a cake as fast as you can."
Me (to myself): "So, I'm going to Haiti, and I need a bunch of stuff." !)

The girl can turn any given situation into rhyme or song.  Try her.