teeth

Teeth are expensive, yet necessary. I have spent well over $2500 dollars on Drayden's shiny smile alone. It is kind of like making your bed. "why bother? I am just going to mess it up again in a few hours." While that is true, it is still a good idea, and my mom told me I had to, so now that I am the mom, I am going to make you too mmmmkay?? Where were we? Oh yes, teeth. Being a grown up takes the joy out of so many things. I remember when I lost my first tooth, It was nothing but joy, and excitement and the odd feeling of that weird hole in my mouth... but with Drayden, He told me he had a loose tooth, and there was no joy... there was only $$$$. Oh great, now we are going to get "PERMANENT" teeth... *shudder* I don't even want to think about how much this is going to cost. But instead of being outwardly negative, I put on my excited tooth fairy face, pulled up my big girl panties, and trudged onward.

see the tooth? right down in front there... sticking straight out...

do you remember wiggling a loose tooth with your tongue? I think that is a memory I would like to keep forever... nothing like it really.


and TADA!!! (this kid has more silver on his teeth than I have in my jewelry box!) Drayden felt the wiggle at about 10:00 am... and before the sun set on that very same day he had wiggled and yanked enough to remove the pesky little bugger... He was finally part of the "cool" club. After all, all of his first grade buddies had already lost a tooth, and he had finally done it!

Sigh... look at the face, have you every seen a cuter little toothless smile? well I can't recall one off hand... so he wins in my book. I can't believe my baby is all grown up, but that subject deserves a post all it's own... so stay tuned. =)

let it all out...

DISCLAIMER: I am a hormonal onery pregnant woman. Any emotions expressed in the following post are probably very disporportionate, and should probably be taken with a grain of salt.

I start out by saying that I love my husband... with all my heart really.

My husband can be extremely insensitive at times. I feel like I want to strangle him today. I got up this morning... sick as a dog mind you... and got ready for work, I proceed to go get in the truck to leave, and realize that my lovely husband has the keys... in Gunlock... 30 minutes away. GREAT. I called him, and he brought me the keys, I was almost late for work, and he didn't even say sorry for taking the keys... I mean I know it was accidental, but it was still his fault, a simple sorry would have gone a long way. Then I proceeded to work my 8 hour shift... sick as a dog mind you... and I came home. I came home to find my husband sitting on the couch. I went straight to the kitchen to make dinner... (lets keep in mind that the very thought of food makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.) anywhoo... I am trying to fry the Navajo taco bread, while supervising my 7 year old who wanted soooo badly to help cut the tomatoes, and my 5 year old who soooo badly wanted to help chop the olives... I yelled to him... "Sweetheart, do you think you could come help me with dinner?" his reply... "what do you need help with?" my reply... "dinner" He stormed in and a yelling match ensued. truthfully all I needed was for him to make sure neither little child cut off their fingers. is that really too much to ask? Apparently so. He tried grabbing the knife away and doing it himself, I proceeded to yell. I didn't want him to do it FOR them, I wanted him to HELP them. Quite the concept. Anyway... then he ate 2 helpings while I continued to cook, he never offered to help, so that I could maybe eat a little bit. OOOOHHH gggrrr... I am seriously just fuming! It feels like he doesn't care at all that I feel horrible. I mean I get that he probably has a lot of complaints lately too, with all of my moodiness, and vomiting and such, but it really isn't my fault. I don't think the "do unto others" concept makes sense to him. I always take good care of him when he is sick. The last 3 days in a row he has gone to bed early and left me up to take care of all the bedtime craziness... I am feeling very overwhelmed. I wanted to vent here before I vent to him because I am sure I am being unreasonable. I truly love you Mitch, I am sorry you have to live with me.
Nettie