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We’ll just call him Fudge

Did you read Tales of A Fourth Grade Nothing as a kid?  I remember reading it, but it’s seared into my head mostly because I usually start out the school year reading this book (or one of the other Judy Blume books in the series) to my class.  The theme of a pesky younger sibling is pretty timeless–and good for many laughs.

Well, now I have my own personal Fudge Drexel.  Just like the troublesome toddler, Owen had his two front teeth knocked out at school yesterday.  At least he wasn’t trying to fly!

It’s never a good sign when you get a call from school halfway through the day.  Just as Amelia and I were finishing up lunch, my phone rang.  Owen’s teacher called to report the incident.  Apparently, a kid playing tag tripped and slammed into Owen, whose face was only inches from the wooden rock climbing wall.   After the gore was mopped up and inspection could be done, he gashed his bottom lip, scraped up his chin, and had two VERY loose top teeth.  I picked him up and off to the emergency room we went.

Luckily, we have a fantastic Children’s Hospital and they have a dental clinic right on site.  He was transported there after the other injuries were checked out.  On the x-ray, you could clearly see where his right tooth was broken almost clear across just above the gum line.  The left was broken about halfway.  Out they must come.

We have never had a negative experience with anyone, from reception desks to physicians, at this hospital, but I wasn’t thrilled with the dental resident we had.   She was obviously annoyed with my questions about the laughing gas and the risk of damage to his permanent teeth.  She showed Owen all the tools she would use (calling them goofy names, which irritated me), but NEVER ONCE told him she would have to take his teeth out…or that it would take a year or more for the permanent teeth to descend.  And then she just started working.  I stopped her and insisted that she explain what was about to happen.  She was visibly irritated, but I don’t care.  He’s FIVE for crying out loud, not a little baby.  Even before he told her, Owen was upset and crying.  His mouth hurt from being poked and prodded all afternoon and he hadn’t had any lunch (it was now 4:15).  That boy without food at regular intervals is like a time bomb waiting to blow.  He was crying and screaming while she tried to work.  I was trying to calm him (not to mention hold his hands because he kept trying to rip the tools from her hands).  She turns to me and says, “It’s easier if the parents leave the room.”  To which I replied, “For you or for him?  I’m not about to leave my hysterical kid here alone.”

He was asking for Dawn, who’d just arrived in the waiting area, so we stopped the procedure and switched.  They ended up getting it done, but not before the dentist pissed Dawn off, too.

As soon as got home and ate a dinner of oatmeal, yogurt, and a pudding cup, he was fine.  He wrote a letter to the tooth fairy, tucked it into (his yet undecorated) tooth box, and went to bed.

Needless to say, the tooth fairy (Wendell, in case you were curious) was very good to the newly toothless boy!

A new, toothless smile




Wordless Wednesday {Moustaches}

Photographic Evidence

In the Apple Orchard with Grandpa Jerry

My Dad came up for a visit.  We had a wonderful time…except for the stomach bug that kept his long-time girlfriend, S, in the hotel room all weekend.

Picking Pumpkins

The very next weekend we went back to the same place for the pumpkin fields.  Notice that we were all wearing short sleeves (and were too hot in long pants!) last weekend, yet had to drag out the fleece jackets just seven days later (and were still cold!)?

Action Shot

We’ve watched Olivia play some great soccer.

Darth Vader

Olivia carved her own pumpkin from start to finish this year

Haunted House

We carved some fantastic pumpkins.  My carving contribution was an Elmo for Amelia, but I didn’t even realize until I uploaded pictures that I never took a picture of it.  I hope it’s not mush when I head out to snap a picture of it in all it’s lighted glory.  I just went to check:  Yep…mush.  There will be no photographic record of the cuteness.  😦


80s Day at school

Olivia and Owen dressed for 80s Day at school.  Yes, I’m completely aware that the 80s Rocker wig and the preppy turned up collar don’t go together.  🙂  I wanted to turn Owen’s curls into a “Flock of Seagulls” style or use a piece of the wig to make a “tail”, but he would have nothing to do with those once he saw this monstrosity!  Olivia thought it was HILARIOUS that I dressed like this every day when I was her age!



Some little sweetheart decided she just had to turn 2!!!

Trick or Treat

We trick or treated in our neighborhood after the birthday party.  Yes, it’s weird, but our city doesn’t do trick or treating on Halloween.  The city schedules it for the afternoon of the closest Sunday.  Our neighborhood does their own little thing on the Saturday evening closest to Halloween.  It is VERY strange to get used to…

Anyway, Owen is Darth Vader.  The giraffe is Amelia.  Olivia is a preteen Dracula.  Other party revelers are a candy witch  and an (older) preteen Dracula.

Halloween Lunch Menu

Olivia and Owen had a little lunchbox surprise for Halloween.

Looks Delish!

The mummy and vampire blood were the biggest hit. 🙂
And there we have it.  One month condensed into just eleven pictures.  Enjoy your weekend everyone!


About midway through the last school year, Owen began receiving speech services.  It was something we and his teacher had kept an eye (well, ear, really :)) on for a while.  Since it didn’t seem like he was shedding some of his speech enunciation issues, we requested an evaluation.  His vocabulary/language use skills tested out YEARS ahead.  His speech enunciation skills were slightly behind in several areas.  Once he began seeing the speech pathologist weekly, we noticed changes quickly.  I know he slipped back a little over the summer, even though we did practice and play some of the games he’d used with his speech teacher during the school year.  But now that school is back in session, it’s unbelievable how much his speech has instantly improved.  His l’s are back to solid, even in blends.  He isn’t clipping endings nearly as much.  It’s like being at school reminds his brain of what his speech is supposed to sound like.  And, even though I feel a little guilty for thinking it, I’ll admit that I miss hearing his unique little speech sounds.  I’m, of course proud and pleased with his progress, but it’s another reminder of my little guy growing up…

Amelia’s speech has taken another huge jump in the last month or so.  She is constantly speaking in long (4-5 word) sentences and is into naming people’s possessions.  On our neighborhood excursions or while playing in the back yard, she is constantly saying things like “That’s Lizzie and Ellea’s house.” or “I see Tony’s garden!”.  She has a little trouble saying the name of one of our neighbor’s, though, and I find it most amusing (and slightly embarrassing).  Our neighbor’s name is Danny.  Amelia pronounces it Daddy.  So it’s constantly, “Hi Daddy!” and “That’s Daddy’s house!”  It’s a good thing the neighbor’s know us well!

While relaying this story about Amelia to my mom while we were visiting over the weekend, she reminded me of my own embarrassing (to her, anyway) speech mispronunciation:  As a child of about Amelia’s age, my mom–young and newly divorced–took me to a new church.  During the relative quiet of the sermon, she discovered that the church sat right across the street from one of my favorite community buildings–the fire house.  It seems I had the misfortune of not yet being able to enunciate my /tr/ blend.  So I began to holler, “Fire fucks, Mommy!  I hear fire fucks!”  Over and over again.  Loudly.  Very Loudly.  Did I mention it was during the quiet of the sermon?  I know this story well from retellings, but it was so hilarious to hear my mom tell it again.  After all these years, it still makes us laugh hysterically!


I hate to admit it, but I have a love-hate relationship with my big, fancy camera.

I love, love, love the pictures I shoot with it.  I love that I can throw it into manual mode and manipulate what it can do.  I love that I can shoot in continuous mode and at least have a chance at catching these speedy kids of mine.

I hate, hate, hate lugging the big thing around.  I hate how awkward it feels around my neck and how overprotective of it I feel when it’s in my hands.  I hate that I sometimes get so drawn into changing f-stops and looking for the “perfect” shot that I forget to join in the moment.

So, lately I haven’t been using the camera much.  I’ve been using my phone’s camera instead.  And complaining about the crappy pictures I get.

I decided that I would make a conscious effort to keep big, fancy camera close at hand.  I’m hoping that, by making myself use it all the time, I’ll get used to its feel around my neck and in my hands.  I made myself some cheat sheets for the effects I get with different f-stops and speeds.  I plan to hang them on the camera strap to have on hand for reference.  Hopefully, that will allow me to stop fiddling with the camera and become part of these moments instead of just the recorder of them.

My first re-attempts came last week.  I am pleased  with the photos, but also with myself for not panicking when the camera caught a few splashes from the puddles.   I missed a few memorable shots, but it was because I was sitting on the sidewalk–camera several feet away–splashing away with two of my favorite little people.   I’m good with that.


Yep, I’ve been re-inspired.

Wordless Wednesday {The Slushie Edition}

Sheets and Clothespins to the Rescue

Today was a day…a very rough day.   Three overly tired kids made for many, many meltdowns.  I should’ve known what I was in for when Owen, awake for maybe five minutes had a rolling on the floor, sobbing fit because his chair was pushed in crooked at the table….and then a few minutes later when I poured him too much cereal–“I wanted five less O’s, Mom!”…and then a few minutes later when I asked him if he wanted to brush his hair or teeth first.  And that was just a 10 minute snapshot of one of three kids throwing fits!

We struggled through the morning and lunch.  I knew Amelia would nap and be better.  I silently prayed that Owen would fall asleep in his bedroom at quiet time.  He’s apparently a mind-reader because just as the thought resounded in my head, he screamed at me, “And I’m NOT TIRED and I’m NOT going to fall asleep!”  And he didn’t.

After quiet time I knew I needed to pull out the big guns.  So I grabbed some sheets, pillowcases, and clothespins.  We built a fort in the living room.  I don’t know what it is about building a tent, but it’s magic for my guys.  Tears and grudges held over from the morning instantly fell away once the roof was on.   There was actual giggling–peals of laughter–by the time we had the pillowcases pinned in place for doorways. We tucked ourselves inside our fortress for a little snack and all was well with the world.

I stepped out for a few minutes and when I came back there had been some redecorating:

me:  What’s up with the stacks of boxes and books in front of the door?

olivia:  It’s to keep people out.

me:  Who?

olivia:  Governor Weasel (the nickname they’ve given our swarmy, union-busting governor) and people who don’t understand that love is what makes a family.

owen (calling out from inside the tent): And giant squid!

olivia:  Besides, everybody knows that friends should just come to the back door. [I think I should paint this on a little sign and hang it on the outside of the front door.]

So I went in the back door…and found Owen trying to pin a pillowcase to the “ceiling” with clothespins.

me:  Do you need some help, Buddy?

owen:  Yes, please.  I’m trying to be a good daddy and need to make a hammock so I can rock my baby to sleep.  [Oh, melt my heart!]

  And that’s just what he did.



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