No, seriously, stop this train...

Katie for "dress up like your favorite character or movie star day at school". I took it with Pam's camera before I returned it! I made her ears, but you can't see them since it is so dark here in the mornings. The apron was grandma's and we spray painted some old shoes yellow. Today was 80's day, I'll see if I can't post that tomorrow.

For those of you reading who do not want to hear (or read) me whine, you must stop reading now. I am telling this story, because it is therapeutic. I am in no way complaining about watching the baby, I love her. I am not complaining about helping people, I enjoy that. It's just humorous when you look back on it all...

Yesterday...I had to go the hospital for a cat scan, work, and go to the doctor about the cat scan in the afternoon. That was going to work out fine. I figured I could juggle everything. That's what mothers do after all. Did I mention I had the adorable baby since Saturday afternoon? (speaking of Saturday afternoon, Kate and Ry got their behinds kicked by two teams they had already beaten...so they are now 20-2) Anyways, the baby was supposed to go home yesterday morning, but her papi's truck had some problems in Pennsylvania, so that was where my trouble began. Kudos to all mothers taking care of even ONE child! I don't know how I had a 3, 2, and few month old child and SURVIVED! I took said baby with me to the hospital for a cat scan. I check in, and say, I'm really sorry, but her daddy didn't pick her up this morning...can you guys watch her? They are thrilled to watch her. She smiles her beautiful smile and never cries. Even the Dr. that reads the x-rays (gosh, I guess that would be the radiologist) got in on the action. He loves to speak Spanish, so he carried her around for awhile speaking her native tongue to her. I get done, get dressed, take her back and drive to the farm to see when her daddy is coming back. They tell me around 5. So, I'm thinking...hmmmm. I take the baby to work, where she is only satisfied sitting right in front of me on the desk. I do what I can. I leave there and drive over to the N. Fairfield farm. She had fallen asleep, so Ken gets her carseat out with her in it, so she doesn't wake up. I make lunch, which Ken said he would be right back for. Well, a half hour passes, no Ken, and now it's time for my other appt. that is in Norwalk. I "lug" the car seat back to the car (it's not the "intended to take out" kind *oh wait, that would be portable*, it's not the portable kind). I figure out how to strap it in. I am completely unnoticed. I leave. I get to the wrong doctor's office in Norwalk, but quickly found the right one. I walk in (and I'm not kidding when I say this) to gasps and ooo's and ahhhhh's over my baby. People can't not get enough of this child. I feel like royalty. (maybe you SHOULD have "7 childs" with him Emily) So, I have to listen to everyone tell me how beautiful she is, how old is she? what's her name? is she your only child? (oh, yeah, I got the grandma thing once too) Then I had to go to the room. The nurse comes in and says, I noticed you were having trouble getting the paperwork done, would you like me to hold her? sure, nurse, here ya go! While she is holding her she is asking if she can take a picture of her. I say, sure, why not, she follows up with: can I take her out where the other girls are? So, while I'm filling out paperwork BY MYSELF for 1/2 hour, I can hear oooo's and ahhhhh's and laughing and "she is so beautiful" going on. She finally brings her back, and wants the whole story as to why I have the priviledge of having her. Then the doctor comes in. He goes on and on about the baby, her hair, her earrings, her lips, her smile... then tells me I have little blisters on my lungs...nothing to worry about...if one would pop come back and see him...have a great day. All that paperwork for a few short sentences? I'm happy with that though. Much better than...I'm sorry you have blah blah blah. So, I take the baby and while I'm rummaging through my purse to pay, the lady behind the glass says.."oh, I'll take her for you" Once she gets her, she says..."you don't pay anything today". Oh, okay, thanks lady, now give me back my baby! As I'm leaving I got stopped by a lady in the waiting room. She wanted to tell me all about her 5 month old grandchild who has the same long black hair. Her name is Mara and she is Columubian, and she is beautiful, but she lives out of state, but she wishes that she didn't, because seeing my baby made her miss hers that much more. I told her I understand how she feels, that I have a grandbaby out of state also. Finally, I make it outdoors, and get going back home. (I have decided by now, I am not going to the tennis match that is in Fostoria) Ken must have finally missed me, 2 hours later, and called to see where I was. :-) I asked where Liz was? It is now 3:00 and I forgot about her. He had his mom pick her up and take her to the farm with her. So, I drove to the farm to get Liz. She is loving the new baby. She sits in the back with her. We ran a few errands, like returning Aunt Pam's camera (which Erin is home and it's always nice to see her sweet face!) They ooo and ahhh over my baby. Then Dan came home, he oooo'd and ahhh'd over my baby. Then we were off to the farm to see if Papi had returned. After all, it was nearing 5:00. When we get there, Papi is not there, but Grandpa H. is and is motioning me to pull over. He comes to the window and says, "this girl is having some health problems, can you take her to Dr. Paik right away?." Of course I can. That's what I'm destined to do. The girl gets in my car. She is a Mexican girl who looks so relieved and says..."habla espanol?" with a smile on her face because she is sure that I do. (after all, I'm dark and I have a hispanic baby sitting in my back seat). I say "un poquito". She begins rattling off a whole bunch of stuff, to which I say "mas despacio" which to me means more slowly. I have no idea what it means to her. We have an awkward ride to the Dr.'s office. I pull in and ask her in Spanish if this is her doctor. She shakes her head no. I ask her if she was ever there before? She shakes her head no. Well of course Dr. Paik isn't going to see her in his office. I told her she would have to go to the hospital. She shook her head no. So, now I need Becky to translate. I call our farm and put her on the phone with Becky. Becky got to the bottom of what the issues were and I headed to the hospital. While in the waiting room I discover that this girl is married to Margarito's cousin. So we chat it up in Spanish awhile. She knows who Ken is. I tell her we have 5 children and she asks me if Liz (who is with me) and the baby (who is with me) are my last two. (In my mind, I'm thinking...she's probably wondering how I have such a hispanic looking baby knowing Ken is blonde haired and blue eyed...hmmmmmm)! So, I quickly explain why I have her. Then they call us back, where I have to translate stuff I can barely translate. By this time I have asked Becky to come and help and am praying she shows up soon! I do what I can, and the nurse is SO NICE! What a pleasant change to how things usually go when you arrive with a non-Enlgish speaking person. Becky gets there and this girl that I brought grabbed my hand and thanked me over and over again. It was very sweet. She was very sweet. I really don't mind doing things like that (you can imagine what would have happened had Grandpa been the one to take her...makes me chuckle just thinking about it...can't you just hear him? "What do you mean he won't see her? Didn't he take an OATH to help people??? Guy, I'm telling you what!")! So, now it is almost 7. No papi, so Liz and I and the baby head back to N. Fairfield, since Becky is translating. I will say, I was of no help over there at all. I made supper and had Liz get a shower. We left N. Fairfield at around 11:00 p.m. Papi and Mommy didn't get home until around 11:30 p.m. Baby and parents were happily reunited, and I closed another day of life with All My Children, plus one. *sigh*