always wash that hair, ladies!!!

These two little girls had to be roused from their play today, (they weren't playing though, they were mopping the kitchen floor...because they wanted to "help" me. ha.)anyway, they had to get dressed in bye-bye clothes because Mali was in the nurse's office at school, and had to be picked up.... So I brought these two little sweeties out to the van....Camille has much trouble buckling the bottom buckle, but wants to do it herself...so she expects the buckler to stand there drumming her fingers while she tries every which way to get it buckled. If the buckler attempts to help her, she shrieks. Well, the buckler buckled her today. Right off. We were in a hurry. She flipped out, she fussed, she flailed, she took her arms out of the straps...anyway.....we got through that, and went to get Mali....

The nurse had recommended I call the dr. because Mali had this horrible pain in her ribcage, radiating around to the back....it started last night, and she went to school this morning hoping it would go away. It didn't. So I called dr., picked her up and brought her in.

The little girls thought this was great fun. They were going bye-bye!

Little did they know they would be waiting in the examining room for THREE HOURS. We whiled away the hours, they have little faces drawn on every single finger, I found two Happy Meal dolls in the diaper bag (yeah, I still carry a diaper bag. No diapers though. Just "in case" stuff)....they played with those dollies for hours. They made a little stage for their two dollies with the three Little Golden Books there were in the room. The dolls sang. The dolls went night-night under the Little Golden Book tents they made for them, and covered up with paper towels. I made a paper towel wedding dress for one of Charlotte Claire's fingers. I found some old BreathSavers, but they were too hot for Camille. We ate the pretzels, put lip gloss on, and read the three Little Golden Books. We took a trip to the bathroom in which Camille opened the door wide while I was still getting off the toilet.

The dr. had done an electrocardiogram, and it didn't look right to him. So he faxed it to the pediatric cardiology group in the big city. So all that time we waited for the interpretation....now we have to go in to the city at 8a.m. to see them. The dr. suspects perhaps Mali was sick, and it affected her heart? I am trying not to think bad things here, but she is in pain still, and I was truly shocked when the dr. said that test didn't look right. I thought everything would be fine, go home, it was a sore muscle. And I still hope that. I hope those specialists don't find a single thing wrong with Mali's heart. I can't let myself think anything else. And I have been encouraging her to do the same.

Because there is enough going on here. I stopped at the store, came home and put stuff away and made dinner for Ben and Mirielle and Joe and Sam and Margaret, and Kathryn and Evelyn and Suzanne and Sonja and Jonathan and Charlotte Claire and Camille and I. Paul is at the dome doing fundraising, with Emily and Abigail....I haven't voted yet, and I have to pick Aaron up tonight at midnight. The dr. said if Mali's pain gets worse she should go to the hospital. hmm. Am i supposed to be worried? 'Cause I sort of am.

The kids have papers and papers and folders and homework to be looked at.....and so on....

But the lesson here, ladies, : wash that hair....because wouldn't you know, mine certainly could have used it today....in fact, if I had known I was leaving the house, I would have washed it for sure....but what was I supposed to do, tell the school nurse that Mali had to stay there for 10-15 minutes more ? oh dear.....