Archive for July, 2017
Heidi July 28th, 2017
Let’s see that one again, shall we?
• The dentist told me with great amusement:
“Snakeboy had the best description I’ve ever heard. I was scraping some tartar off of his bottom front teeth when he said, ‘It feels like you took off my gums, ran them through a trash compactor and then put them back on again!’…. I wasn’t even touching his gums. And I asked him if he had a trash compactor and he said no.”
• How cute they are in their little sunglasses
• How did their legs get so long??
• The dentist squeezed in sealants for Scooters right after his cleaning!
• Sweet Shoo-Shee stealing everyone’s hearts with her chubby cheeks and pudgy legs
• How Joo-Jee wanted to be just like his brothers and get a ride on the chair, have someone look in his mouth, get a bag, and get everything from the drawer in his bag
• The poor floss didn’t stand a chance… Lasted maybe 10 minutes before it was emptied all over the floor and randomly picked up as Joo-Jee tried to floss his teeth
Heidi July 26th, 2017
We get a lot of comments from people about our family when we go out in public. And even though it happens a lot, it still catches me off guard and sometimes I’m not sure how to respond.
Like yesterday when I went in for a physical. We sat down in the waiting room and a man looked over and asked how many sons I had.
“Four sons and she’s a daughter.” I gestured to my boys and then reached out to touch Shoo-Shee’s stroller.
“Wow!” His eyebrows rose. “Your hands are full!”
“Yes, they are.” I smiled. I get that comment a lot and never know what to say… Yep!
“You have one full hand!” he continued and held up a hand.
I laughed. That was a new one!
“Four fingers and a tum.” He pointed to his fingers and thumb.
“That’s true.” I nodded and smiled again.
Then after my appointment, Scooters asked if he could try the blood pressure machine and I said sure.
As we waited, a woman pushed her elderly mother in a wheelchair down the hall where we were.
In a voice laced with a heavy undercurrent of contempt, the elderly mother asked, “Are they all yours?”
Something about the way her voice sounded brought out the perfect response in me.
“You bet!” I beamed back. “They are all mine!” Then I smiled around at my awesome children.
The daughter pushing the wheelchair smiled back. “What a good-looking group of kids.”
“Thank you! They sure are.”