Mis Queridos Hijos 10/9/2007

Dear Tino, Mateo, and Sarah,

Your mother is a complete BLOG SLACKER this week. Last week was not that adventurous, so I'll go ahead and skip straight to the week we are presently in. Your papi was very sick over the weekend. He woke up on Sunday morning and half his face was swollen. And to top that off, he had a raging headache that had already lasted 4 days, which his migraine meds were not responding to. He thought his head was going to explode, implode, or somewhere in between. I decided that instead of taking him to the emergency room so he could hurry and wait, we'd go to Minute Clinic. That is where we spent the first session of Sunday morning General Conference. By the time we got home, it was almost time for the second session. Papi ended up having a raging sinus infection and he stayed home from work on Monday.

Tino: You got bit by an unknown bug yesterday during P.E. I hadn't been home two seconds from teaching Kindermusik today, when your school called me to come and pick you up. I asked the nurse if you were breathing o.k., which you were. I told the nurse there was absolutely nothing I could do about a swollen leg and as long as you were breathing, you could stay at school. I went to school to give you your heavy duty allergy meds . . . and your ankle had quadrupled in size since this morning. We went and visited Dr. Lagod just to make sure everything was a.o.k. She prescribed you an antibiotic and told you to do cool water soaks with salt. You are limping big time. I don't know how that will effect your baseball game tomorrow. I will continue to help you soak your foot and Mateo and Sarah will continue to annoy you while you are soaking your foot by floating their dinosaurs, tigers, and other plastic toys in your foot-soak water.


Mateo: You are on a MISSION. That mission is to buy a car. A red car. A big red car. That looks like a truck. But we can call it a van. I have tried to explain to you that we don't have money to buy a new car, but you don't understand that concept. You told me you would go and get the black thing that I keep inside my purse (my wallet . . .) and you would give me the money to buy the new car. So far you have given me 35 cents . . . of my own money. I think you will need to come up with another plan besides trying to find money in my wallet. Because at this rate, you'll never be able to afford that new car. That looks like a truck. But we can call it a van. Maybe we will take a field trip down the street to Car Max just to appease you so you THINK we are in the process of buying a new red car.

Sarah: Boy, how it HELPS to have connections. The number one, yes that would be numero uno . . . or #1 pediatric neurologist in Central Florida is no longer taking new patients or any patient that has PDD or anything on the autism spectrum. Mommy's friend Angela has a son that goes to this #1 doctor. Today when Angela took her son in for his appointment, she explained your situation to him. Dr. D gave her specific instructions how to contact his nurse and he would accept you as a new patient. Within one hour of me leaving a message for his nurse, she had called me back to set an appointment. WHAT A BLESSING! Now we can get some answers!

AMO!
Mami