Ok, so everyone is sick. Olivia, Victoria, Tomas, and Mike (I am hanging in there but only because I have been living on leftover antibiotics - sshhh...I know that nurse is around here somewhere). So I am taking the two delicately lunged children to the pulmonologist this afternoon. I talked to Mike this morning (in Arkansas) and he said he knew Victoria starting ballet would be a bad thing - he knew this would happen, and that he told me so. I told him to use his mystic powers to go buy a lottery ticket. I know I was supposed to marry him because really, who would get off the phone chuckling after a conversation like that? He can take any situation and put a negative spin on it - if you know what to look for it is really quite funny. Did any one see "Night at the Museum 2"? There is a part in there where Darth Vader and Oscar the Grouch want to join the bad guys. The leader tells Oscar he can't join because he's not really mean, just a little grouchy...The girls and I just looked at Mike and busted out laughing so hard!

On a more serious note, Tomas is pretty runny, crusty, coughing, the works. His O2 sats are still up, but his heartrate is way up too. I can feel some popping in his back, but I am hopeful it is just upper respiratory stuff. He is getting his Synagis shots every month, but I also know there are some other pretty bad viruses (is that the plural of virus?)  out there. If it is a nasty one it could delay the surgery. Ugh...