Spent the morning in hand surgery in one place, spent the early p.m. with a coughing baby in the peds clinic.

OK, the surgery was Olga, and the coughing baby is Andy. Both are gonna be fine. :) Olga and her sisters are a riot, and her carpal tunnel surgery was very short. I was with Olga when she went out, came to, and everything else (including all the appointments leading up to the surgery) and I'll be there for the follow-up. Her daughter and four sisters came to see her, and the daughter's big'n'pregnant and her American husband speaks no Spanish. It's so funny that he just sits there with a bunch of Peruvian women-in-laws yakking away around a totally oblivious him. During follow-up one of the sisters took out her CAMERA and started shooting pix of a post-up Olga groggy and propped up in a chair, with her daughter faking labor pains for the shot.

And Andy, what a doll, I just love that little guy and all the little babies I see. He's fine, has an ear infection, he's starting developmental therapy (isn't crawling yet at 11 months) so if you're reading this, please pray he catches up on his milestones and his ear infection disappears with the antibiotics he's getting. I just love the little Guatemalan babies everywhere, with their cute chubby cheeks and heads full of lots'n'lots of thick, straight hair. Sometimes straight down like Andy's and sometimes poking spiky straight up like Alfalfa (Micah was like that). All so adorable.

Returned to the office and did more work, relaxing. Who'da thunk accounting and scheduling were relaxing? Yes, you heard that from me. (Knock on wood.)