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• Bud’s surgery went amazingly well yesterday. Better than I could have imagined. For one, they only had to take out the extra tooth, when they planned on taking his 2 front teeth along with it. For another, they just yanked it out. Like, with pliers. I couldn’t watch. So, he is on a diet of soft foods until Saturday while he heels, but he is really no worse for the wear. I took before and after shots, but there are at home. Here is a picture of the actual tooth, which I guess was the rarest kind they usually see. The pointed part is the root. Creepy, right? I’m just glad it’s out of there.

• In other dental news, Bud has his first loose tooth, AND we can see his 2 bottom permanent teeth on the way. I can’t believe it!
• We have a kindergarten orientation picnic on Friday and Bud officially goes to school next Thursday. The bus stopped by the other day mapping out it’s route. I can’t say for certain that we will let him take the bus on the very first day. How will he know where to go? This is very stressful from a parent’s perspective. I feel like I am sending my boy out on his own or something. At least when Lucy goes next year, she’ll have Bud to show her the way.
• Speaking of Lucy, she turned 4 last week and I’m sorry to say that there was no change in her behavior as she changed from 3 to 4. She is, perhaps, more dramatic. We bought her Hello Kitty rain boots that she refuses, I mean REFUSES to take off. I would not allow her to wear them to the county fair last Thursday because it was 95 humid degrees outside and she pouted most of the day. We were caught in a rain storm on our way out of the fairgrounds. After finally making it to the truck, she cried indignantly “See Mom! I told you I should have worn my RAIN BOOTS!” Yes, I suppose she should have.

• We went to the library Saturday, where Bud got his library card and we took out our first chapter book, which we’ve been reading at bed time. Liv had a great time too.

• We went on a picnic Saturday, just on a whim, and I threw the kids’ water shoes in the car because there is a rocky brook at the park, where Hub and I used to wander when we camped. After lunch, all 3 of the kids took to the water. Imagine my surprise when Liv was the most enthusiastic of all of them. She was genuinely pissed when I made her hold my hand as she navigated the rocks and water. She is a dare devil, that is for sure.
• Finally, I will leave you with some photos from the girls’ big birthday bash. We had a great day, and the only glitch was trying to facilitate the opening of gifts between both girls. Next year, I will definitely ask for a second set of hands. (contrary to popular belief, Bud was at the party. He was just off with his cousins all day, and not in any photos)






Bittersweet

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I lay on the couch cradling Bud in my arms, sick with fever and chills. He slept fitfully, snorting and grunting every couple of minutes as he drifted in and out. It was actually kid of poetic, I thought. Wednesday was his 5th birthday, and there I was holding him in the same fashion, although he is a much bigger child now, as I did the day he was born.

I never wanted to be the mom who brought up the child’s birth story on their birthday, reminiscing “5 years ago today….” But there I was, doing it. 5 years ago, as much as we all tried, you just did not want to come out. 5 years ago, finally, there you were, my firstborn, in my arms, so brand new, but also there as if you belonged; had always been there. 5 years ago you began teaching me how to be a mom, and you still teach me something every day.

Birthdays are always sort of happy/sad occasions for me. It’s a joy to see them grow and gradually turn in to what will someday be their grown-up self. At the same time though, I long for my babies to stay babies, for them not to be so big that I can’t hold them in my arms. Yet birthdays are a reminder that it is not to be.

I haven’t made it through singing Happy Birthday to any of my children without crying. I can’t say that I ever will.

The things they say….

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• Lucy has already picked up a naming obsession, at age 3. She talks constantly about naming our dog, which we will probably get in the spring. “I want to name her Loveline, Mama.” When asked why, “Because it is the most beautiful name!! Loveline.” She also insists that I should have named Liv “Kahsher” which is how a friend of hers pronounces “Heather”. She says she will name her own baby Kahsher when she is a mommy with big milky boobies. But for now, she calls Liv Kahsher all the time.
• I recently opened a new bottle of kids’ shampoo that smells like coconut. Bud told me in no uncertain terms that he does not like the way it smells. When asked why, he said “because I need to smell like a man……”
• Lucy was laying in bed in a nightgown and was showing off her underwear. “Look at my butt crack!”, she told Bud. I informed her that our butt cracks are private and we don’t show them off. She said “Private, huh? Well are they expensive??”
• When company was over a few weeks ago and Liv was fussing, Bud shouted “She’s looking for BOOB!!”
• When Liv cries, it totally sounds like she’s saying “Daaaadyyyyy!!” ( BTW she was 12 lbs 10 oz at her visit yesterday and was a cranky witch all night long, til 5 this morning from her 4 shots.)

32-Week Visit and Weekend Recap

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Well, unless something changes drastically, I will be working for 2 more weeks. The visit, which lasted all of 4 minutes, was pretty uneventful, save from discussing AGAIN that we probably want to induce the week of 7/21. She apologized for continuing to bring it up, but wants it to always be on the front page of my chart. Fine by me; let’s just get her out of there, kthanksbye. I also got my script for the big 36-week sonogram to see just how big she is. Hub wants me to wait to schedule it until he has his calendar in front of him; he wants to be there. Hopefully I’ll have it taken care of before the end of the day.

Headlines all weekend, actually since last Wednesday, have been “Summer Has Finally Arrived!!!”. Headline is not necessary; the 90 degree weather has kind of tipped us all off. Normally, I would not mind a bit. But dudes, it is hot. Hub had the AC working by the time I got home on Friday though, so I have only been moderately miserable.

Hub and Bud did the big Crash-O Rama!! on Saturday and Lucy and I ended up at The Cheesecake Factory with my parents. Lucy was a sourpuss through most of dinner, until the server brought her a tiny dish of vanilla ice cream as we ate our cheesecake. Once my parents were gone, she was fine. We decided to walk through the mall for a bit—after she demanded to rent a race car buggy—and found ourselves at JCP where I bought Bud 6 pairs of shorts and 4 nightgowns for Lucy and spent only $42. I feel like my summer shopping is finally done. We then walked back to The Cheesecake Factory so I could pick up a slice of cheesecake to bring home for Hub. By the time we were home it was nearing 9:30, and Lucy insisted on wearing one of the new nightgowns to bed.

I don’t know what it was about the nightgown that made her seem so grown up. There she was in her big-girl bed, tangled in her blankets, her legs seeming so long—she seeming so old—and I was overcome with emotion. My baby girl is so not my baby anymore. In a little more than 2 months, she will have already been a big sister for a few weeks, and she will turn 3. My baby girl.

It was overcast and muggy yesterday afternoon, but we decided to pack a small picnic and head to the park anyway. We had good intentions of walking through the woods, but Hub and I watched the kids on the playground from our seats in the back of the van, and then we all shared ham sandwiches, chips and Doublestuff Oreos before taking a few more trips down the slides and heading for home. The kids slept on the 30-minute car ride, but we had them rest for a bit when we got home as well. Truth be told, Hub and I were exhausted.

The sun came out in the late afternoon, and Hub did some yard work (which included an unplanned event of cutting our front bushes down to stumps because “he hates them” [never mind how I feel about them]) while the kids played with the hose (note to self, buy each child a second pair of water shoes to take to daycare) and I cut meat and veggies for shish kabobs in the kitchen. Hub grilled and we had a late dinner and had the kids in bed and sound asleep by 8:30.

It was my kind of weekend, eventful without actually being eventful. Hub’s goal for this week is to completely finish the kitchen so that we can eat Father’s Day dinner together at the table.

Mine is to get more than 4 hours of sleep in a night.