Thursday, March 26, 2009

It's Like Pulling Teeth

You may find this hard to believe, but growing up, my Dad had this thing. Every time we had an ailment - sliver, skinned knee, infected something, possible broken bone, loose tooth etc. He was always there to check it out. Mom would say "Let's ask Dr. Dad." Which now I realize was either 1) her way of not wanting to deal with it or 2) her way of calming us down. Probably the latter, she was good like that.

Anyway, Dad would check out our wounds and declare them fine or not so fine depending on the situation. However, when it came to loose teeth, he would always want to try things. It was kind of mad scientist-esque. Like I distinctly remember John tying a string on his tooth and tying the other end to a door knob and slamming it shut. I also know there were several occasions where the pliers came into play. Whatever reason when Dad became part of the loose tooth equation, THAT NIGHT the tooth would come out! He was like a man on a mission.

Well, much to my husband's dismay, I have adopted this twisted, desperate need to pull out loose teeth. Right now as I type K-man's other front tooth is loose and it's all I can do not to go help him yank it out.

So, a couple of weeks ago K-man's top front tooth was loose..very loose. For DAYS I let him "wiggle it" and nothing came of it. So, I said "Buddy, I think we need the pliers." To which my boy said "WHAT?!?!?" After putting his fears to rest (convincing him it would be AWESOME) I proceeded to the garage all the while hearing my husband say "JUST LEAVE IT ALONE? What is your deal? Why does it HAVE to come out?"

We went to the bathroom in front of the mirror. He looked at me with big, suspicious, brown eyes and said "Do you think it will work?!" To which I replied "I don't know, but this is the way Grandpa pulled mommy's teeth out!" So, I told him I would clamp the pliers and he would PULL really hard. And guess what - IT TOTALLY worked!! K-man's eyes were as big as saucers. He thought it was WAY cool. But, for whatever reason he is loathe to pull the other one out that way? Hmmm...weird?

Anyway, hey Dad, aren't you proud?

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Hair's the deal...

Aren't these pictures of Lou Bear so beautiful? They were taken before school one morning. For sake of story, we will call them the "after pictures!"

Lou Bear is STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL. (Yep, I am her mother, I can totally say that.) She is GORGEOUS to me (and her daddy.) One of our favorite things about our beautiful daughter is her hair. We LOVE her hair. We love it when it's wild, we love it when it's untamed, we love it when it's poofed, twisted, braided or wet. E-Bear has GREAT hair!

School mornings are like a well-oiled machine at our home. Everything is carefully laid out the night before. No, I am not kidding. I am the queen of planning for perfection!! Each night before bed I carefully plan each detail. Shirt-check; Pants-check; Uniform-Check; Socks-check; Louies-check; Shoes-check; Back-packs-check; Lunch Box- check. I think you get the point. It's like a morning ballet.

However, even the most rehearsed Ballet is still performed LIVE...
On this particular morning we were JUST about to get into the car. Am I forgetting something????

Yes, we were late for school that day in the name of WE HAVE GOT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS!

Luuuuucy, you got some 'splainin' to do.

Okay, so it's been a while. I know, I know. So, here is the deal. This week is Spring Break. I hope to have several entries!

Be watching....