More Good News/Bad News

The Good News: On Wednesday morning I bounded out of bed, up and at 'em around 6ish, ready to greet the day.
The Bad News: I had an 8 am dentist appointment, meaning I had to leave at 7:15 to be guaranteed to be there on time.
The Good News: No wait in the waiting room. (But I must make a note there were so many people in the dentist office at 8 am. The place was packed! Who does that?)
The Bad News: Three fillings.
The Good News: My dentist is amazingly cool.
The Bad News: I pay for his amazing coolness. I pay dearly.
The Good News: I mentioned to him I was planning on piercing my nose that afternoon. So he said he could give me a long lasting anesthetic that would deaden my nose for hours.
The Bad News: I spent the rest of the day looking like a stroke patient. And I could barely drink my latte because I couldn't close my mouth around the straw. And I had lots of errands to run.
The Good News: My face was numb until I went to bed that night.
The Bad News: I still felt every. cubic. millimeter. of that HUGE needle. All the way through. It hurt like H-E-double hockey sticks.

Poor Joseph

Today the Nativity Scene made its debut. Brooklyn was in charge of Joseph, Mary, baby Jesus and a donkey. I looked over to see Joseph, lying supine.

"What's wrong with Joseph" I ask.
"He's dead."
"How did he die?" (The long journey to Bethlehem, living with animals, killed by the inn-keeper. What could it be?)
"He got a really bad flu....."

Okay.

I guess he should have washed his hands better. And, darn it, if he wasn't feeling well, he should have stayed home!

My son's obsessive compulsive disorder

His entire life, Ty has gone through phases of rather strange compulsions. For awhile he would sniff his fingers whenever he touched ANYTHING! He'd grab his cereal spoon and then sniff his fingers. Scratch his arm and sniff his fingers. It was odd.

Thankfully that stage is gone. Onto another. Today we noticed him doing a little hoot....."who, who...." Not like an owl. More like a very airy, loud whistle. We think he's trying to mimic an animal call of some sort. The boys haven't been hunting owls, so we're not quite sure what it is. Here's a snippet of our dinner.

"On Madagascar the penguin says (blah, blah, blah)....who...."
"Lets put flames on it. ...who....."
"I like this dinner, mommy.....who, who....."

He wont stop. But he doesn't even realize he's doing it. We've pointed it out and he says "What?.....who"

By the end of dinner Doug and I were cracking up but trying to not show it as to avoid giving the poor son a complex. So we'll just ride this one out....who.

Yesterday's Puppet Show

Tickets were made and handed out.
Chairs dragged into the kitchen and set up in rows.
Puppets ready.
On with the show!

Last Saturday's Date

Two really cool neighbors who don't have kids.
A trip to dinner and a hockey game with said neighbors.
One suburban.
One apparently very expensive earring falling from cool neighbor's ear.
Falling down, down into the abyss of "THE SEAT." You know the kind. The seat where the kids usually sit.....
One super cool neighbor digging frantically to find earring.
Two super cool neighbors now looking for earring in the dark.
One car owner who isn't too mortified since she recently cleaned the car.
One super cool neighbor who flips up seat in search of wife's earring.
One super cool neighbor who unveils a secret compartment in the seat, hidden by a closure that one husband and wife never knew existed.
And had never cleaned.
Ever.
Because they didn't know it was there.
One unwrapped peppermint patty, approximately 23 crayons, 12 army men, the equivalent of seven packs of granola bars all in crumbs, 37 cents, a napkin, 17 french fries, the head of a barbie,and one shiny, silver earring.
Five days since date and two super cool neighbors probably still scrubbing under their fingernails.

Just wandering around on the island out back. I believe the kids were looking for a salmon carcass they had found earlier. I opted just to take some pictures.
Someone taught them the "nanoo-nanoo" thing. A beautiful fall day.

Trying to find the right blue for my bathroom, which is currently the wrong blue. And it may not even be so much the wrong blue, but I can't find the paint to cover a patch we made. I think I gave it away. Oh well. A good excuse for a makeover.

I decided to be adventurous and let the kids help. I wish it wasn't so stressful to see three of them with paint brushes, but stressful it is. I remember stopping by a friend's home last year, and her 8 or 10-year-old was carrying around a red plastic cup filled with paint and a paintbrush, doing touchups on all the walls. I don't know how she did it.