Oliver’s Surgery
Oliver is having dental surgery tomorrow. Genetics, playing a mean game of selecting the bad genes, chose to give him my teeth. He needs crowns (stainless steel!) on his baby teeth, possibly extractions, fillings… the whole gamut. They’re giving him general anesthesia.
I’m stressing. I will be with him when they put him under, and will be there when he wakes up. And I will be pacing the floors in between. I’m bringing his Panda Bear, and everything is all set to go.
But he’s my baby. And I’m scared.
Mommy Guilt
Maybe this time I deserve it.
Oliver desperately wanted to play Mario Kart tonight (note that this means that I play and he holds an empty wheel, spins it around, tells me all of the stuff that “his” car is doing, and gets all excited–it’s really cute!). It was already past bedtime, so I told him that he would have to choose–books, or Mario Kart. Honestly, I thought he would choose books.
He chose MarioKart, and we had a delightful time racing around the corners and yelling and being excited. Then I tucked him into bed and all was well…. until he saw a book on the floor.
He wanted me to read it to him. I told him no.
Yep, that’s right. My three year old asked me to read to him and I said no. We played video games instead. Feel free to judge me; I’m already feeling the persecution of the gods of education and reading and stuff.
Temple Photo
More on our visit later. For now, a photo.
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My Twilight Adventure
My friend Alana and I went to go see Twilight a couple of weeks ago. We both had some major beef with the book, so we knew we’d have a blast. Photos might explain our night the best:
Me, getting ready for the evening:
My super cool shirt:
Alana and I. I believe that I might have screamed when Edward came on screen. Because what better than a much-too-close-up to make a girl swoon?
Ahhh! He’s fine. And that’s glitter on her face… not sweat… unless this was a Carlisle scene… then I think she might have been panting next to me.
Washing her hands of the whole thing (and possibly vowing never to go out with me in public again…)
I knew she’d relent eventually, though. Who can resist some Katy-love?
Grey Pie
Oliver and Conner went out on a secret mission (to get dinner). They came back, and Oliver burst through the door, incredibly excited.
“We got dinner, Mommy!” he exclaimed.
“What did you get, sweetie?”
“Ummm. Garlic bread. And pie.”
“Pie?! Awesome! What kind?”
“Ummm. Grey pie.”
“…oh… sounds… delicious.”
Turns out, Conner didn’t buy a moldy pie (thank goodness), but instead, apple.
Bizarre Coincidence
Our external hard drive is on the fritz–which is a major bad deal for me, since there are thousands and thousands of my photos stored on it. We were tossing around the idea of getting a new one last night in conversation, but went to bed.
This morning, I logged onto amazon.com, not for any particular reason, and at the top of the page shows “Hard Drive Bestsellers”, showing external hard drives that are on sale.
Bizarre.
Unnecessary Stickers
I keep seeing people’s bumper stickers and wondering why they bother putting them on their car.
For example, I saw someone driving a Prius with an Obama/Biden sticker.
Really? I mean, if you were to guess who the person driving the Prius was going to vote for, you’d assume Obama/Biden, right? So why mess up your car?
Blog Slacker
I’ve been accused of being a blog slacker by Beth.
I’ll write something soon, I promise! But 5:00 comes early, so I need to hit the sack for now.
A Trick!
For the first time ever, Oliver played a premeditated trick on me! We were roughhousing around, and he was running into me and I was pretending to get knocked over, pulling him with me and tickling him. After one of these times, he said, “I go get Thomas.” He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, but I didn’t realize anything was wrong.
Then he got up, and ran out of the room… but immediately turned around, and cackled as he ran back at me yelling, “I knock you OVER!”
How much fun can my kids be, really? Maybe it’s just me, but this seems like a big cognitive development.
Solids! Squiggles!
OK, ignore the squiggles part… that would only make sense to a couple of people.
Hazel is now six months old, and she started solid foods! Because I cannot abide by tradition, her first food was banana (not rice cereal). She loved it!
