What A Week

Just a few things that have happened in our household this week:

Quinn has a loose tooth. His new one is visible coming in behind the loose one. Can you say, "BRACES!?!" I hope not, but it doesn't look good. The boy won't even let me kiss him on the lips, so I cannot imagine how pulling his tooth is going to go. Maybe I need to invest in some full body armor.

Camryn misplaced her iPod. I hope it's found soon, 'cause Santa shelled out a hundred clams for that thing. I knew it would happen sooner or later (I would've bet on sooner; it took her 5 months to lose it...) BONUS: Her room and closet are clean because she's been frantically searching for it. SCORE.

I kept Camryn and Aiden home from school on Friday (it was a half day). We all needed a Mental Health Day (me more than them, but we all rested).

Bikes are cool again. All the kids plus the hubs have been riding bikes all week. They're begging me to get on mine, but it's too small for me. I need to go bike shopping.

Speaking of bikes, last night the hubs told the kids he had prizes to give them after church. He built it up, made it sound awesome... and it was.... for the little kids. They love the tall, bright orange flags that hang above their heads as they bike. You know the kind... they attach to the back of the bicycle and make you look like a huge goober so cars won't hit you (Did you know that? Cars won't hit goobers with gay flags hanging off the back of their bikes. Carmakers program them that way...) Anyhow, Aiden came inside sobbing last night, loudly declaring between heaves that he was NEVER, EVER riding his bike again because of that stupid flag. Don't blame you, bud. I told him to go take a shower (he STUNK!) and I heard him boo-hooing the whole time he was bathing. Bless his heart.

I took Beeson to the vet on Friday for "old man tests" as Camryn calls them. He wouldn't let the vet within 5 feet of him, which is not like Beeson at all. He clawed the vet and 2 techs and I got a call to come get him and make an appointment to come back with him next week. They think if I stay with him it will be better. That just means that they want ME to be the one getting clawed instead of them. I know how they are. (That full body armor is looking more and more tempting...)

Sophie also went to the vet this week. She has a bum paw. That dadgum cat has cost me more in vet bills this year than I've paid to keep my family healthy. I brought home a bottle of Prednisone pills to give Soph this week and then they want to see her back in 10 days. Whatever.

Lillian pooped her pants twice in the last 5 days. Don't know why. I thought it was the Stride gum, because I confused mannitol (which the gum contains... it's the powder on the gum that keeps it from absorbing moisture while in the package) with maltitol, which is a sugar alcohol that causes "intestinal discomfort" (aka "diarrhea"). I thought she was getting the runs from the gum, but now I'm not so sure. Either way, no more Stride gum for Lillo.

I made 40 mini loaves of banana bread yesterday. The older kids' school is having a Geography Bee tomorrow and I told them I'd make the bread as thank you gifts for the judges. I did the same for the spelling bee back in March. It was fun, actually. Lillian was chief banana masher and we had a great assembly line going. Good times. Lillian proposed that she and I open a restaurant and serve our banana bread in it. She really got into it.

Lillian tried to escape the compound yesterday morning. Her neighborhood friend Kayleigh came to the door in her PJs and Lillian opened the door. That set off the alarm, so hubs jumped up and went to see what the commotion was. Lillian, already fully clothed, was trotting across the lawn towards Kayleigh's house. Evidently she'd seen Kayleigh coming and quickly changed clothes so she could go play. This was about 8 am yesterday. I don't know if K's family knew she was prancing around the cul de sac in her PJs, but we made Lillian come back inside.

Quinn also tried to get away this week. One night around 10:30 I heard the alarm beeping the warning that means you have 30 seconds to enter the code before the big sirens go off. I heard my husband rush to the laundry room and enter the code to turn off the beeping. Then he came into our bedroom and said, "Quinn's getting into his car seat!" I followed him to the garage, where indeed, our boy was attempting to buckle up. Hubs started talking to Quinn, and Quinn started laughing like a maniac. He laughed all the way inside, all the way through a visit to the bathroom, and all the way to his bedroom, where he hit the pillow and went back to sleep with a smile on his face. He's done this before (gotten up in his sleep) but he's never made it past the den.

Hubs and I went to see Larry the Cable Guy last Saturday. My cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. My favorite line: "I bet the Wal Mart is empty right now!" meaning his entire audience was comprised of Saturday night Wal Mart regulars. If you've ever been to the Wal Mart on a Saturday night, then that's funny to you. If you haven't, you must get out more. It's a real freakfest. Grab a snack and go sit on a bench near the checkout. That's some fun stuff right there. Oh, and Larry (I can call him that, 'cause we're tight...) had a joke that hit close to home. He said he would never get his eyes checked by an eye doctor at the Wal Mart. HA! That's what hubs does. He said, "Can you imagine that exam? The doctor would say, 'Cover one eye and tell me how many teeth the cashier out there has.'" Funny.

That's about all I got this week. At least it wasn't a meme.