Poor Little Brave and Clumsy Oscar!

A story told by Oscar...... (not really, it's Tamara)

Three days ago I was playing with my best friend brother around an empty jacuzzi. I jumped in not knowing that 5 feet was a long way for a kids like me. I fell. It hurt. I was crying and crying. My daddy came and found me lying there and took me back to the hotel. My foot hurt alot and it was really swollen, so mom put some ice on it. When daddy looked at it again, he thought it may be broken, so he called the insurance and got a doctor's visit covered for me. We went to reception, and to make a long story short..... Daddy and I went to the clinic, and then the hospital. We got an x-ray done, and were back within 5 hours! It turns out it's not broken or fractured, but it still really really hurts, and is still swollen. But the good thing is that mom and dad get to carry me everywhere now.

Yestaurday I started feeling a bit better and started taking some small steps by myself. We went for dinner while dad was watching the grey cup (Riders Suck, Bombers should have taken the cup), when a big huge wasp/bee thing was flying around our table. I tried to shooo it away a few times, but it wouldn't leave. Then it went into my hair, and when I put my hand there to get it away..... IT BIT ME! I cried again. My hand was hurting so much, and now it was getting swollen. I had to get more ice and medicine. (I like medicine!)

You may think that my story is done.......

But.......

This morning before we left for our trip to Heredia, I wanted to try kicking the football around. Mom said not to, but I really wanted to try my foot out. So I went outside and kicked. It was a great kick, I got lots of air, and it went all the way to the parking lot. So I limped over to get my ball. The ground was still wet from the rain last night, and so when I came back to the patio ( tiled patio), I slipped. My good foot slipped first, and then my bad foot came right out from under me. I tried to break my fall, but I didn't want to let go of my football........ so, my chin and face broke my fall. It's ok, I'm ok. Nothing is broken, I just bit almost all the way through my lip. It was bleeding, and I was crying again.

To quote Oscar correcty, In my arms crying all he could say was....

"mom, not again! Please not again!"

Little crazy man. We're keeping our eye on him now!

By the way, He is fine, just has a fat lip, and a cute little limp when we do let him walk. Just glad he wasn't allergic to the bite!