Young Minds

My kids always crack me up. They also always touch me with their little spirits. Here is yesterdays example with Alex:

Alex: Mamma, I not feeling so well. Ohhh, I feelin so sick.

Me: What is wrong buddy?

Alex: Satan wants me to be a bad person. Ohh...I not feeling so well.

Me: What is Satan wanting you to do?

Alex: He wantin me to think of bad girls.

Me: Uh, Oh....

Alex: Don't worry mom, I not thinking about Satan, I thinking about Jesus. I going to say a prayer right now. Heavenly Father, please, Please, PLEASE I not be a bad person. PLEASE. I not want to be a bad person. Please not let Satan let me be a bad person.

He is so sweet and it amazes me sometimes how much kids really know. I also wonder if scripture study with them is really important at this young age and then they amaze me with what they remember. I know it is important.

And then there was Colton:

Okay, he really is a sweet boy but he has a different streak through him then I am used to. He thinks it is funny to address everyone one by calling them butt...including calling everyone and everything a butt in his prayers. This morning I asked him who Jesus's mother is and he said, "Butt" and then rolls on the ground laughing. I on the other hand am hiding under furniture so I am not struck by the lighting. I told him he was not allowed to talk like that and I flicked his mouth and he looks at me and sticks his tongue out at me and says, "That not hurt!" I told him he was going to go in a time out and he said, "You want me to kill you mom?" He is a big talker because then when I stood up to go get him and put him in time out he runs through the house like he is being chased by the most horrible thing you could imagine. I have never had a kid talk back to me like that kid. BUT....I love his sweet side too. He really has such a sweet personality.

And why not share a story about Dallin:

He told Greg the other day that he thinks he had a migration. Greg said "A what?" And Dallin said, "you know Dad, what YOU always get...a migration"....I am pretty sure he meant Migraine.

I'm pretty sure Greg has said something funny this week too...I just can't think of any right now.

Until next time.....

Fine....I'll repost

Okay...I am reposting because the word on the street is that the lovely picture I had on there with those teeth is sickening people. My mom wants to make sure people know that that isn't my mouth...you all know that right? Geez..I was really concerned!! Now I post a picture that is opposite of the other one...this is what I call my perfect heaven shot!!

So what to post about? I have approx. 3 minutes before I need to run up and jump in the shower and head off to my really really long day.

Let me recount mine and Gregor's date last night because oh, it was eventful. Greg has decided to make his muscles BULGE and has been lifting weights all of two days...I'm so proud!! But he is in a LOT of pain. You would think that he had been smashed by two semi's by the way he is walking around. And try squeezing his pecks....okay, don't try it unless you want to see a grown man cry. I actually wanted to see a grown man cry so I did it probably no less than 50 times last night. Haven't seen tears like that in ages!! My favorite line of the night is when Greg mentioned his soreness and said this following line....."I know I was probably in a lot of pain after my car accident...but I swear I don't remember being in this much pain....." That was about the time that I peed my pants. Really? Seriously? I said, "Let me recount your accident......knocked out cold for who knows how long, broken face, sliced up face, metal rods, metal plates, 400 pound man smashing you.....NEED I SAY MORE?"...."Ya..I can kind of see how that compares to lifting weights at the High School gym." Too funny, too funny indeed!! That my friends is why I love my husband. He is entertaining...even when he doesn't mean to be. Now some may think I am harsh and rude and disrespectful to my love, love, lover......YES you are right, I have nothing else to say!

We...dear people....have play tickets. I got them for Gregor a few years ago so that he had no excuse not to take me out on a date every 6-8 weeks..they were paid in full at the beginning of the year and we really love going to the plays and so have continued with the tradition. Last night was play night and so my madre watched the kiddos for us and we went on our date....Greg's sore muscles and all. He amazed me and schmoozed me at dinner as he stared at the wall and took 20 minutes to lift his sore...super muscly...arm up to feed his face with his salad..(he's also on a diet...I hate to break it to him but I don't think a Cafe Rio salad counts in the diet..as a salad..) Apparently when you lift it affects your WHOLE body and your ability to talk. So..I talked and he moaned...and listened. After dinner we headed to the play. New seats..we usually sit in the same ones but they were still fine nonetheless because they had the requested leg room that my man needs. The play was fine. Wasn't one of my favorites and I am assuming it wasn't one of Greg's favorites either because normally we giggle and laugh and look at each other out of the corner of our eye through the whole play but every time I looked at Greg his eyes were glassed over and dazed......poor Greg. Which was fine until I heard an awkward noise and even more awkward when I realized it was coming from Greg's corner. Yes....he was snoring!! "Oh my...um honey bunches..you are snoring!!"

I was bummed because we decided to leave at intermission but was consoled at the fact that he wanted to go get a hot chocolate to warm our bods..my chubby bod and his very very sore muscly bod. We aren't usually hot chocolate drinkers and it showed as we tried to fill up the cups with the hot chocolate machine at walkers...... I suggested putting some vanilla creamer in the hot chocolate because I'm going to gain 10 pounds from my drink anyhow and Greg was concerned that THOSE WERE JUST FOR COFFEE DRINKERS. I tried to tell him that the creamers are not the bad part of coffee and that it actually added some nice taste to the cocoa..but he wasn't having any of it!! Oh Gregor!! the bonus in our life this very night was when the cashier asked us if we wanted some donuts. We slighly looked at each other...um...."they are free" said the cashier..."Heck load them onto the napkin chick...we ain't no dummies"...so we had cocoa and donuts all while my husband sat through the pain from lifting weights to try to lose some weight......PERFECT!!

There was no kiss on the front step...but it was a great night as I towed all the kids to the car so that Gregor wouldn't have to lift a muscle!! Now that my friends is what 10 years of bliss will do to you!!! Love you Gregor..hope your muscles start bulging more and hurting less!!!

Toothache from.....

I have had it. I have had a toothache from heck...from outerdarkness...from the pits of despair...from Lucifers quarters....okay..from HELL!! There is no other way to describe the pains I have encountered over the past two years and I am fed up with it. A few years ago my childhood dentist decided to retire...it was about that time I decided it was time to switch to Greg's beloved dentist and our children's dentist...it was also about that time that my rotten mouth decided to get more rotten. I hate the dentist...I despise going..and now two years later...I hate it even more. Let me explain. A few years ago I had a toothache. Just a nice simple toothache. I went and got my teeth cleaned and low and behold I needed another crown...(I should be serious royalty with all the crowns I have in my mouth.) I was puzzled though because that wasn't the tooth bothering me. The one next to it was bothering me. My nice dentist reassured me that that tooth was fine and proceeded with the work on the crown...the one not bothering me. And because Lucifer works for all dental insurances..it takes just about one crown to exceed my "yearly alotment. If only I could go drill through one of the head execs at the insurance companies face..with no pain killers than maybe just maybe they'd change that policy for people with rotten teeth such as mine. The story continues. About a week later that pain has turned to a pain I have never EVER experienced before. Seriously. I wish just for a second someone could feel that pain that I had..that's all it would take is a few seconds and they would fall on their knees pleading to help get me out of this pain. Now I haven't emphasized enough that i feel like I am normally a tough cookie. I have c-sections and I am up and going the second that epidural wears off. I don't want to have to rely on anyone to get me up to the NICU to see my babies...and as soon as I leave the hospital I can't take one pain killer because I always have to be back and forth from home to the hopsital to be with my little babies. Ever tried that? I'm tough. This tooth ache caused me to scream and cry like a baby. I wanted to die. In the end...like three long weeks of hell..the tooth got fixed(Root canal) with a promise that that would never happen again. It was rare. It never happens twice. Bull honkey. A few months later the tooth next to it decided to "flare up" so to speak. By this time I think the dentist is thinking I am crazy. I care more about what he thinks and being embarassed than getting out of that miserable pain. Let me describe the pain. You lay down in the road and a big semi drives over your face...that is the pain. It hurts in every part of my face and down the back of my neck and out through my ears. It is horrible. In the end...another root canal and another promise that forsure this will never happen again. Fast forward another few months. Toothache..different side this time. Not as bad as the first two but gradually getting there. I am so humiliated because as we know..."this will never happen again" and I put off calling the dentist for 6 freakin months!!! I finally call around Thanksgiving and they get me in and do an x-ray and tell me nothing is wrong...to try some sensodyne....and I think..."Um, how bout you go smash your head in between two very large boulders.." SENYSODYNE? You think that I am that big of a wimp that I am complaining about sensitive teeth? At this point I realize that it is true..the dentist thinks I am crazy and that there is no way I am feeling this pain. Now let me explain..this pain isn't all the time. It comes and goes..which is odd. But one day I will be completely fine and then next I will be planning my jump from the highest mountain I can find. It really is odd. I start panicking that maybe he thinks I am making it up...maybe he thinks I like my drugs(which is funny since I still haven't used all the medicine from last time..I am opposite I never ever take medicine)..Maybe he thinks I have a crush on him and like to frequent his office to see him....maybe he thinks I crave the attention!!?!?! Let me tell you one wish I have.....TO BE OUT OF THIS PAIN ONCE AND FOR ALL AND TO NEVER HAVE TO SEE A DENTIST AGAIN!!

So, I made it through Thanksgiving and Christmas praying that I could make it to Jan 1 when my insurance would kick in....and of course on New Years Eve the pain come on as strong as ever. In my ears...up my cheek, down my neck. The pain is paralyzing. My whole face droops and I can barely talk. At this point I think my dentist is as crazy as he thinks that I am. I can't decide if I should try another avenue and see another dentist. I call another dentist on Jan 2 and they are out of the office. Per Greg's request I call my dentist just to see if they are there.....THEY ANSWERED. I was so not expecting them to answer so I was caught off guard and started explaining to the secretary what I am going through and of course I burst into ball baby tears and make more of a fool of myself. I look even more crazy now. I decide to go see my mother's dentist. I went...I saw.. and he said that that tooth looks fine and that maybe the tooth next to it needs a root canal...here we go again. This is how we started. I know what tooth it is. I am starting to wonder if I'm not crazy!?!?! Where is this pain coming from? I'm at a stand still. For now..the pain has quieted..but I know it will come back and I am puzzled as to what to do next.

I never thought the song, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" would mean so much to me...cause I think all I want for Christmas next year is some "dentures"....SERIOUSLY!!!

Now, I don't need any comments from people who would like to lecture me on my sugar intake. I do digest some sugary substances...a lot..BUTT OUT!!!

Um, and it doesn't help that Greg could be a tooth model. He has perfect teeth and he lets m e know it. I don't get it. I brush my teeth many times a day and there are times when Greg crawls into bed and I say..."Um aren't ya goin to brush your teeth?" And with a sigh he says.."I'm too tired" and to which I punch his lights out because one he's rubbing in the fact that he can have perfect teeth and not take care of them and also because now I get to smell his more unpleasent bad breath smell all night long!!! I recall a time that poor Greggy had a surface cavity...his first.. and he was terrified to get it filled. I wanted to cry for him...wa wa!! To bad so sad! We only had one vehichle at the time and so I dropped him off and I left to run some errands and when I came back to get him he was sitting on the front steps of the office and had his head buried in his hands. I rolled down my window to mock his "little" pain and he stood up and got in the car and informed me that he puked on the dentist. What the holy crap? I need not say more...

So, for now I sit in panic and wonder what will come of my poor poor mouth. Who will I turn to? Do I stay now at this dentist or do I go back to my old dentist? I don't want someone just to do unnecessary work just to try to please me...I really don't enjoy this. I just want the pain gone. To bad the tooth fairy doesn't come and relieve pain AND leave a little mula under my pillow!!