So today I took BOTH kids to the vet. I borrowed a friend's car, wrestled with the car seat, and both kids out the door almost on time. Rowan had a good time running around the vet's office, playing with pamphlets and poking at all the posters for doggy diet treats.
Watching the bus go by.
Pointing to the Doggy and Kitty.
When it was time for Gipper to go in and the nurse picked her up, however, the baby looked VERY concerned (more concerned than usual, which is saying something). I picked him up and had him say bye-bye to the puppy, explaining that she was getting her teethe cleaned and that Rowan and Daddy were going to pick her up this afternoon. I brought the baby in for a kiss, and the dog leaned in and put her paw up on Rowan's shoulder. Sort of like, "Don't worry about me. I can handle this." Such a good big sister.