Monday, April 17, 2017

The all clear.

Geneva had her first dentist appointment this morning. She doesn't have any cavities. I'm over here doing cartwheels in my brain.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The funk.

I'm pretty sure Geneva has a cavity.  I'm barely holding back the panic and feelings of failure.  I'm beating myself up for not being more diligent about getting her teeth brushed, for not getting her a dental appointment until her 4th birthday.  I'm terrified of what they're going to tell us.  Ugh.  This is not one of the things you're supposed to drop the ball on, Natalie.  WTF.

(deep breath, 1, 2, 3, 4...)

It is what it is.  I can't change what is.  We can brush our teeth twice a day like it's our prayers and we've suddenly converted to the religion of Enamel and we're very devout.  On the up side, I think Cora's teeth are okay...one out of two ain't bad?  ...heh... heh...  Ugh.

Cora had a bad stomach bug over the weekend, and is only now finally back to normal (5 days later).  They bring home every single thing that rolls through that daycare, I swear it, and we all take turns being the sick one. 

....and then, just now, Cora woke up grabbing her ear and saying "owwie owwie". 

This has been the sick year.  We're almost at a year since they switched to daycare centers, which is when the funk began.  Surely by some cosmic design this means that magically at a year they will have developed an immunity to all of the crud, or at least built up enough of a tolerance that Jimi and I won't have to take turns taking off work every week. 


Monday, April 3, 2017

The stories she will tell...

"You know what my great great grandmommy told me?  She said Pool Head Cover Off.  And then I came to you.  A better mommy.  You're a better mommy to me."

You know those "creepy things kids say" emails that used to float around and still appear occasionally on clickbait sites?  This is Geneva's contribution. 

She's been talking about her great great grandmommy, Donna, for weeks.  She says Donna died when bad guys broke into her house and killed her.  But she shows G all sorts of things and tells her all sorts of stories. 

Pool head cover off.  Pool had cover off?  A little kid drowned in a pool in the backyard of our home, years before we bought it but recently enough that we found little McDonald's happy meal toys in the backyard and basement and upstairs for years after we moved in.  The story we've heard is he snuck out the back door during a family event of some sort - a birthday party or baby shower or something - and got into the pool when no one was watching.  He was only little, 2 or 3.  Our neighbors remember it and have told us their versions.  The pool is long gone, and I use this story as a reminder of why we don't buy one of those >$200 pop-up things at Wal-Mart for some summer fun and relief.

I don't think G is the reincarnation of the kid who drowned in our backyard 15 years ago.  But her ramblings tonight were a little creepy.  Kids say the darnedest things. 


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