Be thankful for good teeth!

We have had the pleasure of having Dr. Glennen and his assistant Connie at the school for dental work. They have managed to see every child and pull lots and lots of teeth. I was highly impressed with their skills and how well the children handled it. Of course, I am only posting the pictures of the kids freaking out because they are much funnier. And seeing how I am always a part of the shoving the tooth back in as opposed to taking it out, this was a learning and interesting experience. Edwin, AKA Bobo, had 8 (yes, count 'em 8) teeth extracted and slept through it! Not only that, he was snoring and had one tooth that had four roots instead of the normal three which made it extra hard to remove. He didn't care. I know he was numb, but good glory, there is still pressure. And we all know the doctor means when he says "you're going to feel some pressure." Oh yeah, he had an infected wound on his leg, so I cleaned and dressed it...he woke up for that, go figure. Below are the dentist and his assistant working on a student...and then Marta having a very dramatic moment!

I am always amazed at how children react to situations. I think only three of all the kids actually cried and got upset. Only two of them were we not able to work on b/c they wouldn't cooperate. This would have never happened in the States. We would have had to use all sorts of distraction and papoosing. I notice it even with the latinos that come into the ER back home. They are the most well behaved kids and don't cry until we leave the room or are told they are allowed. It's the machismo culture. And never in the States would we be able to just pull teeth without permission from parents.

Yesterday, I took a walk to buy more bananas and Ronni and Marco came with me. What sweet boys. Ronni is especially calm and nice to talk to. He's not a big talker but would answer and ask questions. I told him he wasn't a man of many words and he just smiled. Not a lot was said, but it's nice that they feel comfortable enough with this gringa to walk her around and put up with her bad spanish. And then Diori, who just stops by school, had a fall and had a nasty gash in his back that had already scabbed over. However, his ankle looked like this...

I feel like I can only do so much here and that there is so much that I don't know. It's a good place to be. To realize that I am so very finite and more importantly, I am able to do nothing without Christ. I just look at the situations and circumstances that I have encountered already and am in awe of his sovereignty and protection.

I'll post more pictures in a bit, the big bad blogger man won't allow me to add more on this post.