Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Two in, three out
We have had an interesting week in terms of teeth. Gavin now has two bottom teeth. The emergence of his teeth have made me more comfortable offering him little pieces of food to eat on his own. So far it has just been banana rolled in ground flax seed, but we'll expand our horizons soon. Here he is going at it, with some help from his sister, of course:
In other dental news, Rosie managed to pierce her upper lip with her lower canine. The hole couldn't heal becauses her tooth kept sliding into it and it became an infected mess. So, out came the tooth, along with two additional top teeth that were poised to cause problems as they seemed to be migrating toward the back of her throat. Shane asked the dentist to save the canine tooth. I kept my thumb in the pic to add perspective. It's huge! (the tooth, not my thumb) Gross. Poor Rosie. Poor pocketbook.
In other dental news, Rosie managed to pierce her upper lip with her lower canine. The hole couldn't heal becauses her tooth kept sliding into it and it became an infected mess. So, out came the tooth, along with two additional top teeth that were poised to cause problems as they seemed to be migrating toward the back of her throat. Shane asked the dentist to save the canine tooth. I kept my thumb in the pic to add perspective. It's huge! (the tooth, not my thumb) Gross. Poor Rosie. Poor pocketbook.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
A Perfect Moment
So today was Claire's first day at her new school. She went for a few days this summer, but this was her first "real" day. She was excited, her teacher seems nice and very well-organized (which will make a nice change from her mom!) and things went very smoothly at drop-off. For a brief moment she clung to my leg and said she didn't want us to leave, but then a little girl ran up and said, "Are you going to be my friend?" Claire said yes! and off they went. (I wish it were that easy for grown ups)
Gavin and I did the grocery shopping then came home so he could nap. I got a few things done, but spent most of his nap time chatting with my Mum which was much better than unloading the dishwasher anyway!
Go out to the garage and press the button to open the door and hear a terrible noise, and see the garage door stop about a quarter of the way up. The hatch on the van was open!! Apparently when I closed the garage door after lugging in the groceries and neglecting to close the back of the van, it pulled the hatch door down, but it wasn't able to pull it up again when the door was opening. In the battle of garage door vs. van, I would say the garage door lost. It is dented inward on the top section so doesn't close properly at the top. Fortunately it is still functional, or I would not have been able to pick Claire up! The van has yet another scar, about 3 inches long ...before too long the thing won't have any paint left at all. Shane said if I am campaigning for a Mini, it's going really well. Truly I can only blame myself, but in reality, I blame the fact that the two-car garage has two tiny openings instead of one big one. Although, I suppose this time, that argument doesn't really work since I just didn't close the stupid hatch. Ugh. I have almost done this a bunch of times, I guess it actually happening was inevitable. Let's hope I don't do it again...Shane will be much less forgiving. He really is wonderful...laughing at me a little, but not mad. He knows I am hardest on myself.
Onward to pick Claire up. She really enjoyed her day and was excited to show me around the classroom. I got another chance to speak with her teacher and am pleased so far. Good for day 1 I suppose.
We then went to Windmill Run, a county park nestled in a nearby neighborhood. Gavin is so accommodating when we go on these little adventures, even though he more or less gets carried around like a sack of potatoes while I follow Claire and chase her and watch her do all the amazing things she can do. This particular playscape is all wooden and old and pirate ship-y with tires and rickety ladders and all. Probably not the place I would let her run around by herself, but a nice change from the standard issue playground. It has some big tunnels that I was able to let Gaving crawl through so he was able to be an active participant this time. At one point we were all in one of the tunnels and I decided to sit the way you do in a tunnel with your back on one side and your legs up on the other side. The way you do when you are 10 years old. Instead of the comfy reclining position I recall, I was basically in a full pike position, in a tunnel, in the August heat with the van on my mind. Claire decides she wants to lay on top of me...the logistics of how this was going to work weren't immediately clear considering my feet were somewhere near my ears and my knees were...also somewhere near my ears, but she found a way to snuggle in and Gavin was curled up with us and that sweaty pile, just for a moment, was perfect. Then Claire shrieked and no Gavin wasn't pulling her hair this time, he was "just squishing my neck. I mean my throat, Mama".
It was hot, it was uncomfortable, it was seconds long...but it was a perfect moment.
Gavin and I did the grocery shopping then came home so he could nap. I got a few things done, but spent most of his nap time chatting with my Mum which was much better than unloading the dishwasher anyway!
Go out to the garage and press the button to open the door and hear a terrible noise, and see the garage door stop about a quarter of the way up. The hatch on the van was open!! Apparently when I closed the garage door after lugging in the groceries and neglecting to close the back of the van, it pulled the hatch door down, but it wasn't able to pull it up again when the door was opening. In the battle of garage door vs. van, I would say the garage door lost. It is dented inward on the top section so doesn't close properly at the top. Fortunately it is still functional, or I would not have been able to pick Claire up! The van has yet another scar, about 3 inches long ...before too long the thing won't have any paint left at all. Shane said if I am campaigning for a Mini, it's going really well. Truly I can only blame myself, but in reality, I blame the fact that the two-car garage has two tiny openings instead of one big one. Although, I suppose this time, that argument doesn't really work since I just didn't close the stupid hatch. Ugh. I have almost done this a bunch of times, I guess it actually happening was inevitable. Let's hope I don't do it again...Shane will be much less forgiving. He really is wonderful...laughing at me a little, but not mad. He knows I am hardest on myself.
Onward to pick Claire up. She really enjoyed her day and was excited to show me around the classroom. I got another chance to speak with her teacher and am pleased so far. Good for day 1 I suppose.
We then went to Windmill Run, a county park nestled in a nearby neighborhood. Gavin is so accommodating when we go on these little adventures, even though he more or less gets carried around like a sack of potatoes while I follow Claire and chase her and watch her do all the amazing things she can do. This particular playscape is all wooden and old and pirate ship-y with tires and rickety ladders and all. Probably not the place I would let her run around by herself, but a nice change from the standard issue playground. It has some big tunnels that I was able to let Gaving crawl through so he was able to be an active participant this time. At one point we were all in one of the tunnels and I decided to sit the way you do in a tunnel with your back on one side and your legs up on the other side. The way you do when you are 10 years old. Instead of the comfy reclining position I recall, I was basically in a full pike position, in a tunnel, in the August heat with the van on my mind. Claire decides she wants to lay on top of me...the logistics of how this was going to work weren't immediately clear considering my feet were somewhere near my ears and my knees were...also somewhere near my ears, but she found a way to snuggle in and Gavin was curled up with us and that sweaty pile, just for a moment, was perfect. Then Claire shrieked and no Gavin wasn't pulling her hair this time, he was "just squishing my neck. I mean my throat, Mama".
It was hot, it was uncomfortable, it was seconds long...but it was a perfect moment.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The photo shoot
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Boys are nice
As I was taking Gavin's diaper off this evening before his bath, and after the requisite examination of his poop (Claire likes to check it out whenever possible) the following conversation ensued:
Claire: Why do boys have those things?
Me: Well, boys and girls are different and that is how boys look.
Claire: Is that where his neenun comes out? (neenun=poop...baby Claire-speak that has been adopted)
Me: No, but that is where his tinkle comes out.
Claire: Can I touch that thing?
Me: No, Sweetie, we are just changing his diaper...no need to touch it.
Claire: But I like to touch those things!
Me: (biting my lip to keep from laughing) Why, Claire?
Claire: Because boys are nice!
The conversations we will have, that girl and I! I am not sure I am prepared.
Claire: Why do boys have those things?
Me: Well, boys and girls are different and that is how boys look.
Claire: Is that where his neenun comes out? (neenun=poop...baby Claire-speak that has been adopted)
Me: No, but that is where his tinkle comes out.
Claire: Can I touch that thing?
Me: No, Sweetie, we are just changing his diaper...no need to touch it.
Claire: But I like to touch those things!
Me: (biting my lip to keep from laughing) Why, Claire?
Claire: Because boys are nice!
The conversations we will have, that girl and I! I am not sure I am prepared.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
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