Friday I met with the pediatric neurosurgeon. He was really cool, and he had spam on his shoes. Yes, spam. Rhett and Reese sat on the floor and stared at his shoes for about 10 minutes. The rest of the time they just embarrassed mom.
I was supposed to get a MRI on my brain..... but the doctor Spam (we decided to call him that in the car) gave my mom an option of either having the MRI, or coming back in a few months for a check up.
Mom of course went with door number two- so no MRI for me. The reason for the MRI is to check on the bleeding on my brain, as bleeding can sometimes cause pressure and fluid build up. But my head is of normal size, and doctor Spam was not too concerned.
It was nice to be back in the old neighborhood again. Whoot Whoot 602.
Saturday mom worked on the book, and my brother and sis were brave enough to take in the slide of death. Dad rigged the hose to flow down the slide, and then added a
Sunday we went to church, and everyone said how cute I was. It was awesome.