I do try hard to avoid booking appointments on days where both kids are home, or during times when I know kids will be at their worst (30 minutes before meal time or anytime around Gillian’s afternoon nap). Most of the time the appointments go very well because between scheduling them properly and being prepared with snacks and games. Worst appointments include when I need to have breast exams. Our still nursing daughter acts like she hasn’t nursed in days and goes ballistic, clambering to latch on. It’s absolutely horrifying. Sometimes (OK, rarely) there are funny stories to share. For example, at a routine checkup with our family doctor, he asked about my period. Isaac, who was playing quietly in the corner and I thought oblivious to the conversation I was having, all of a sudden piped up: “I know what periods are! We are learning about them in school!” Um, I didn’t bother explaining the difference.