I feel like there are all these odds and ends going on that I should blog about, but my brain can't catch up. Lots of things are happening. A lot is on my mind, but between chasing sleep deprivation, my decaffeination continuing, and J.C. out of town, I don't think a coherent blog post is going to happen any time soon. Thus, the midweek brain dump.
Nina had oral surgery on Tuesday. I don't think I slept at all Sunday or Monday night in anticipation. She had two baby teeth extracted and two permanent teeth extracted. That was the easy part of the surgery. The awful part that haunted me at night was the tooth exposure she needed. I'll spare you a graphic photo of her mouth and show you this model of the procedure instead.
She now has that freaky little gold chain coming out from her gums to pull her tooth down in the right direction. It sounded barbaric and painful, but she weathered the surgery much better than anticipated. She can't eat much yet, but otherwise, she is fine. I'm still recovering.
Did you know that tea bags are good for stopping bleeding? Now you know.
Elise had her first experience with playing in pep band at a middle school football game... a fun first.
I moved to a new office building this week. It is cool, posh, and modern, but moving is never much fun. Also, my new building doesn't have a Starbuck's like my old one did. That's a problem.
I upgraded to iOS8... turns out it isn't recommended for the iPhone 4S. My phone now rivals a paperweight in its usefulness. Good times.
We went out to Noodles & Company this week. We looked at the menu, and Addison said, "I want barf." As her sisters laughed, she got angry and indignant and said, "That's what I order here. I order the barf." More giggling ensued. Finally Nina recognized Addie's error and saved the day when she said, "Addie - you like the BROTH! Not BARF!" I'll never be able to look at broth the same way again.
This is closing weekend for downhill biking at Snowshoe. Can I get an Amen?
Is age 6 when the symptoms of multiple personality disorder first manifest? If so, we may have a problem. If not, then I will just write this off as the year when I. Can. Not. Win.
A couple weeks ago, I said to Addison, "There is a board breaking clinic coming up at taekwondo. Do you want to go to it? I know you had a lot of fun at the last one." She responded, "Yes! Last time I couldn't break the board with my punch, only my kick. I kept trying to break it with my punch, and I couldn't. This time I want to break it with my punch."
Two days later, in the car, I said to her, "I got you all signed up for the board breaking clinic on Saturday!", expecting a "Thanks, mom!" or "Yea!" in response. Instead, I got a tearful, "What? I don't want to go to board breaking! Why did you sign me up? Can you unsign me up? I don't want to go!"
I chose not to "unsign her up." When Saturday rolled around, I casually said, "OK, put on your taekwondo uniform for the board breaking clinic." I had no idea whether I would get tears or cheers in return. She asked, "Am I going to class too? Or just board breaking?" I said, "Just board breaking. The class is right before it, and I figured having class and board breaking back to back might be too much." She threw up her hands and stormed off yelling, "I wanted to go to class too!!! Why am I just going to board breaking and not class too?"
Can. Not. Win. Ever. There was no way I could have played this differently and not had her mad at me at some point (or every point) along the way.
Fortunately, she had fun breaking boards and left feeling very proud of herself. She didn't try her punch again, but the forearm thing worked pretty well for her.
Not too long ago at work, a coworker of mine who hasn't known me very long asked another coworker who is a friend of mine, "How old is Ann's baby?". The friend looked at him with confusion wondering if there was some other Ann he was talking about. She said, "Ann doesn't have a baby." He said, "Oh, I overheard her say something about her baby." It suddenly dawned on her. She knows me well. She said, "OH!! Ann's "baby" (and I'm sure she very aptly used air quotes) is six. She isn't exactly a baby any more."
I beg to differ, and I present my proof here:
This is how babies sit, no? Do you know ANYBODY other than a yoga instructor or toddler who would willingly, comfortably sit like this?
Babies, toddlers, and gymnasts are the only ones with this sort of flexibiltiy and balance, and I'm quite certain she is not a gymnast. Or a yoga instructor.
Therefore, by some official mathematical corollary (we'll just call it the House of Estrogen Baby Corollary since I don't know the official name), this child is definitely still a baby. And always will be. Once she is sitting more like a tween, I'll come up with some other logic. My baby. Yes, she is.
Addison was nervous about this afternoon because Nina was going to go home on the bus, and she was going to get picked up in carpool to go to taekwondo. She likes the security of having her sister around when things are different (she usually rides the bus). I'm guessing this didn't help her anxiety level...