Lost in Place
2-Year Check-Ups
Last Friday (because I am nothing if not
consistent in my always late for and with everything-ness), we took Li’l Miss
Monster in for her 2-year check up and for her first dentist appointment. (The trip for
the chipped tooth doesn’t count.)
The check-up at the doctor was all sorts of
boring for her. She totally has the “been there, done that” attitude about the
doctor’s office. Except on the sick kids’ side they have a cool little bus play
area that she loves! Great when she’s sick. Horrible when she’s not. There is
always an unbelievable wait time when we get there so the entire time is spent
fighting to keep her on the “well” side of the waiting room when clearly, all
the cool stuff is on the sick side. By the time we get into see the doctor,
we’re all at our wit’s end from fighting for so long. I liked it better when it
was all still kind of new and interesting to her. Now she’s all, “Look, I’ve
been here. I know what they do. It’s a bit annoying. Can I please leave now?”
She still does okay though – for the most part. She had a good check-up, she’s
doing just fine and is completely normal. Though I could have sworn she weighed
8 tons because my back sure feels like she does after packing her around all
day. But no. Only 24. ??? Seriously, I was thinking at least 30. The kid is
SCRAWNY!
I was a little worried about her at the
dentist. She’s not a huge fan of people sticking things in her mouth. Though
she does LOVE to brush her teeth (i.e., suck and gnaw on a toothbrush) She had
been there before so she would have some familiarity but it was so long ago I
didn’t think she’d remember. Either way, she was awesome. She let them “tickle
her teeth” (brush them), and count them, and let the dentist stick her fingers
all over in her mouth. Probably because she knew she would be getting a
balloon. Nothing like bribery to get the kids to behave. She got a balloon, a
new toothbrush, stickers, a pencil, some floss, and a water-squirter toy. Who
needs Santa when you have the dentist??
I can’t believe it’s been two years. Life is
moving much too quickly.
June 24, 2008
Project Say Something: Home Bitter-Sweet
Home
I think she asked this question just to taunt
and ridicule me. And then I waited until this week to answer it to torture
myself. (I’m having an exceptionally rough week trying to deal with the fact
that this house is just never going to sell.) My favorite room/area of my house
is whichever makes it freaking SELL! So right now, they’re all blacklisted
because they’re not helping me!
If I did have to give exception to one room
for the sake of this post, it would be my daughter’s room. It’s the most “put
together” room in the house. If you can call it even that. Since we’re trying to
sell it, nothing is personalized, nothing is decorated, nothing is anything.
It’s just stark, boring, plain, imagine YOUR things here, lame. I’ve tried to
leave Madeleine’s room a little “lived in.” It’s kind of cute. But it’s more
than that. I want to get all sentimental and sappy and say it’s just about the
fact that it’s my child’s room and there’s something special about that but
that’s not it either. It does have something to do with that though, I think.
It’s just an incredibly comfortable, comforting room. I have always loved that
room of the house. Even though it’s the brightest and hottest room we have.
Despite my love for it, it still doesn’t get taken off the shit-list just yet.
Nope. Not til that house sells. Or rents. Or something. Someone, somewhere, any
where out there in the Universe, PLEASE take my house!!!! (Do I sound
desperate? Do I? Because I AM!)
Anyway, pictures:
Tell us about
the worst, most awkward, most embarrassing or most messed-up date you've ever
been on.
I didn’t have a good answer when this
question was asked. Dan tried to give me a few stories but they just didn’t fit
for me. The only one that kept popping in to my head was – I believe it was
maybe – Prom when I was a sophomore in high school. I wanted to go to the
dance, of course. But not exactly with the guy who had asked. I was only 15 and
my family had the “can’t date until you’re 16” rule. I tried to use that as a
weasely way out of it but the boy was in my grandma’s ward and she liked him so
she approved. So apparently, if Grandma approves, it’s okay to break the rules.
Now that I think about it, just about every high school dance I went to as a
“date” was awkward or weird or just plain “huh??” in some way. Is that the case
for everyone? Please tell me it is! Anyway, back to the story – yeah, dance was
awkward and weird and I had nothing to talk about despite the fact we were
doubling with my best friend and her date. (Which, I believe, was just as awkward
as mine if I recall correctly.) I guess I could say the moral of the story is
don’t go to a dance with the boy if you don’t actually “like” the boy. But I
don’t think that’s a good moral and I don’t think that’s a good piece of
advice, because yah just never know.
Oh! Another date that every single person who
knows me now will think is incredibly awkward and weird but I thought was one
of the most fun things I’ve ever done (another dance story, yes) is junior year
when I went to Prom with my date and two of the seminary teachers and their
wives (a couple of other high school couples as well). We had dinner in the
seminary building, all fancy-schmancy (it was really nice – done by the
teachers’ wives, of course) and then played the game Sardines
in the seminary building between dinner and the dance. One of the teachers’ wives was looking for
people in the men’s room and ended up putting her hand in a urinal. No idea why
I remember that. It’s still funny. Though it’s probably more because of who she
was than the event itself. So yeah, I’m sure if we were sitting around telling
date stories and I told that one, people would think it’s exceptionally odd,
some maybe would even consider it “messed-up.”
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