Well, I did it. I managed to get both Matthew and Amy inoculated in one miserable, tear-filled, scream fest doctor's visit.
Matthew, whom I was most worried about as he is 5 and can anticipate the pain which makes it worse, was a brave champion. He took the shots in relative stride, and seemed to be more disturbed by the paper gown than the needles in his arm.
Amy, on the other hand, screamed enough for the both of them from the moment we pulled into the driveway until we arrived at Toys-R-Us for the make-up, assuage Mom's guilt expedition.
She has a whole month to recover until the next round.