My oldest son ‘T’ plays soccer and loves it. I missed his game Friday before last because I took some mommy time and trust me, it hurt not being there to see him play.
He told me how his team had played the all girl team. The girls had a large team and his only had 5 players… so he got to play the entire game!
The score was 1-0 and my son scored the only goal of the night and led his team to victory!

So this Friday night I was really ready to see his stuff. He did a great job along with the rest of his team. He plays U9 (under 9 years old) so they are still learning.

Since his team was playing so well, during the last half (yes half) the coach had the boys practice passing before scoring. It was hard since they all wanted to score the goal themselves but I think they learned that they can score as a team.
Way to go team!

Missing a day in their busy little lives can seem like missing a lifetime.

Used to be a marathon Saturday night involved dancing and I’m pretty sure there was a club and nice clothes involved. But I’m a Mom now.

Baby A had a nasty cold with green running out of what seemed like every orifice; eyes and all. The pediatrician said she will be fine just give her this medication. This is our third child. We know green stuff will inevitably spurt out of every opening conceivable; we know the doctor will prescribe medication and we know they will work. We are confident we could do this in our sleep.

But a week later -on Friday night- we noticed little spots that looked like ant or mosquito bites. Saturday morning she had more, so I started to wonder about them. At nap time her body was red all over and really red in the inner thigh and stomach. When she got up it was even worse, so I rubbed benadryl gel on her. Where ever I touched her with the cream was almost back to normal, so we decided to take her to urgent care.

We drove to the West Kendall office and the place was crawling with people. There were no empty seats and little available oxygen to breathe. My hubby said let’s go to the Doral office, so off we went. It was practically empty, thank God.

During check in she got her hand stuck in the door. She’d placed her little palm against the cool glass while watching people walk up to the door. The next thing we know the door is moving and A, being 16 months old, does not move her hand. Ouch! So I’m having a cow and glaring at daddy who was supposed to be watching her.

Of course she had an allergic reaction to the antibiotics and after they gave her something it went away for the most part. Sunday she had more spots appear, but after giving her more benadryl she was better. However this morning she had more again so daddy took her to the doctor. So I sit and worry and wait to see what Doc will have to say.

What will I worry about when the kids are grown?

EDIT:
Since she was at UC when the door tried to eat her hand they took x-rays. I was in a different part of the building while daddy went with her and I had to go find them because I could hear her screaming. It broke my heart but we found no damage was done to her precious little hand.
Don’t want social services showing up at the door because my blog post didn’t update correctly! LOL!

Baby A is going to be fine. She did have a reaction to the meds but the Urgent Care Center did not give her enough of another med to make it go away for good… so five more days at most of waiting to see her beautiful un-speckled skin.

We have so much to be thankful for, but the biggie today is modern medicine!