#2

Oh yeah, this one was easy. Once dad checked his teeth at bedtime and told him that one could go, CT thought about it for about 2 seconds and then started chanting, “GET THE GEL, GET THE GEL!”

What’s the gel you ask? Well, I had been to the dentist the night Adam pulled CT’s first tooth and I happened to have a conversation with the dentist about the tooth and how scared CT was about it being pulled out. He gave me two packets of Novocain gel. That night, Adam put on the gel and no pain, no problem, out came the tooth.

Last night, CT wanted the gel and Adam forgot where he put the other packet. So with out skipping a beat, Adam picked up a trial size tube of Crest, told the kids we had bought a whole tube of the gel since we will have a lot of teeth to pull and then put it on his tooth. CT said he felt it working and so they began the pulling process. CT gives it a try first and then Adam yanks it right out.

This morning PJ and CT were talking about the tooth, the tooth fairy and the pulling of teeth at the breakfast table. In the midst of the conversation PJ looks right at CT and says, “Yeah, I tink dat just tootpaste dad put on yous toot.”

I didn’t say a word.

I realized

right around mile 6, I had made the wrong choice in socks.

Snot nose

I have so much snot packed up in my head, I can’t even think straight. It’s like I am walking in a fog, or maybe that’s just the Sudafed.

When I bend down, my face throbs. When I look in the mirror, I can see that the bags under my eyes have even swelled with snot. I look like an exaggerated wood carving of an old woman who has worked her fingers to the bone in the sun and the snow and her face is filled with miles of puffy lines.

And, if that’s not enough…it’s always nice when you’re talking with someone in your daughter’s preschool class, who you don’t know very well, and snot just runs straight out your nose and onto your lip.

TC 10

What a beautiful race.

What a ton of people.

The Shortcut to the Capital rocked!

I got down to business and got it done in 1 hour, 30 minutes and 10 seconds (chip time). This included walking through water stops, stopping to hug an old neighbor and then stopping to kiss each member of my family. As I took back off running PJ said, “Where are you going?” I yelled back, “to the finish liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinne!”

And to my lady friends, Jen
(10 mile) and Whitney (Marathon), great job on your runs.

Thanks for being such great inspirations!

NOOOOOOOOO

PJ saw her on a news clip this morning. It was a close-up, she was mouthing the words “I dare you, come on, I dare you”.

As PJ stared into the TV at her she said, “I like her”.

Do you sugar coat?

I made a serious judgment in error yesterday. I headed down the path of making a banana cake, just cause. Once half way though I realized I was missing or only had half of many of the ingredients to complete the recipe.

Then, instead of stopping, I decided to try to make the dessert THAT WAS MISSING SUGAR (both white and brown) even healthier by adding whole wheat flour, extra bananas and some soy powder.

The dessert is now a cross between a banana juice soaked sponge and a banana brick.

Do I throw it or frost it?

Decadence

Is it so wrong to want this or maybe this? Ever since we filled our living room with furniture two years back, I have wanted to add a chaise lounge to the collection.

It’s not so much that the piece would really work in the room or completely finish the room, but it would fit in the bay window, right where the sun shines in and I see myself laying down with a cozy comforter, the cat (maybe scratch that) and a great book.

And then I would buy a half naked man to fan me and hold grapes over my head.

Mmmmmmmm.

Round and round and round we go

Every year the company my husband works for is generous enough to give all their employees (and their immediate family members) tickets to Valley Fair. And this year, just as we did last year, we joined in the fun.

The only difference between this year and last year is that Miss PJ is now exactly 36 inches tall. What does that mean you ask? That means my little munchkin can ride on many of the adult rides as long as an adult rides with her. And I have found out, that she loves rides just as much as I do!

I have never seen a little girl squeal with such delight as when she got tossed around and spun around and jolted up and down and smashed into by other people, carts, kids, adults.

After several adult rides she and CT spotted the kiddy ride area, which were the only rides they went on at all last year. They stepped into the little boat on wheels that went very slowly around in a very small circle. After one spin of the circle PJ threw her arms into the air and started yelling to the man at the control panel, “FASTER, MAKE THIS THING GO FASTER!”

The woman standing next to me started to laugh. I looked at her and said, “I guess she’s outgrown these.”

Princess wood nymph

Baby got new shoes

If either of the other two kids gets a hold of this information I am sure it will come back to haunt me, but I did it anyway. I bought a FULL price designer brand shoe for my third child’s first pair of shoes.

I know, stop…I can’t believe I did it either.

I’m not sure what came over me. The other two certainly never got full price shoes. They may have gotten fancy-shmancy Italian made shoes, but only at a deeply discounted rate. Usually they came from Target and were made out of plastic, unable to breathe and stiff as boards, making it even more of a challenge to walk than without the shoe.

It’s not that I think KP deserves better than the other two. It’s just, it’s just, it’s just…his feet are like blocks; they are as wide, as they are long, as they are high and cramming him into a pair of cheap shoes just doesn’t seem right.

So, viva la fat feet. Enjoy your size 5-extra wides while you can and DO NOT get use to this type of luxury. I have a whole bin of CT’s old narrow shoes with your name on’em.