Head banging, fudge and the tooth fairy
I really don't post often enough. Mostly because I'm busy doing other things that take up my time, but I'm going to try to make an effort to be more diligent.
First, and randomly, I love Etta James. Thanks again to you, 7veilsphaedra for finding that mp3 of At Last.
Becca lost her first tooth (finally) last week and her second tonight. Emma lost a tooth last week. At five dollars a pop, we'll be out of money before they're out of teeth. *laughs* I know, you're probably thining, "FIVE dollars! For a tooth?" Well, let me tell you the story so you can not make the same mistake we did. Our oldest daughter, Sarah, had a traumatic experience with losing her first tooth. It was a little loose, but nowhere near coming out when her Aunt Kim accidentally hit her in the mouth. Kim felt HORRIBLE, and Sarah cried. That night when we went to do the tooth fairy thing, all we had was a five dollar bill, but we figured it was okay, what with the ordeal of it all and the first time, etc. Sarah was way too smart for us though, and expected the tooth fairy to cough up five bucks every time. But you know, it's not like they come out that often so no big deal, right? Except then we went on to have four kids, and you have sixteen baby teeth. Eighty dollars, Carrie. *giggles*
So yeah. Be careful with that first tooth, ya'll.
The kids and I were driving home today from an outing and the song Barracuda came on. What's her face's remake of it, actually. Ooh, yes, Fergie. Anyway, Sarah loves this song as it's from Guitar Hero. She started rocking out and it came to my attention that my children do not know how to head bang. I was agahst. So, driving down a Utah freeway, I gave my children head banging lessons. I must admit to looking like a complete freak if you had passed me on southbound I-15 today, but the kids and I had a great time and now they can bang with the best of them. Next week's lesson? The mosh pit...
Speaking of children, I win at mothering today. For dinner, we had left overs and fudge--procured during our outing today to a bunch of quaint litle shops. Gardner Village, for you Utah folks on my f-list. I highly recommend penuche fudge right after left over chicken noodle soup. We decided that was the best combination. :D --And actually, the chicken noodle soup was pork noodle soup because when I went to make it the other day I realized all I had was pork in the freezer. I was disheartened, but it turned out to be rather tasty. Hooray.
Wow--so okay, this is why I don't post more often. It's a ramble post. Anyway, I suppose that's all.
Except, I just thought of another reason I may win worst mother of the week. Becca knows the chorus to Womanizer. I thought I'd been careful only listening to it when she wasn't around, but no. And let me tell you, there's nothign more disturbing than your six-year-old singing,
Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,
Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby.
Yeah. Not cool, yet completely my fault. *sigh*
First, and randomly, I love Etta James. Thanks again to you, 7veilsphaedra for finding that mp3 of At Last.
Becca lost her first tooth (finally) last week and her second tonight. Emma lost a tooth last week. At five dollars a pop, we'll be out of money before they're out of teeth. *laughs* I know, you're probably thining, "FIVE dollars! For a tooth?" Well, let me tell you the story so you can not make the same mistake we did. Our oldest daughter, Sarah, had a traumatic experience with losing her first tooth. It was a little loose, but nowhere near coming out when her Aunt Kim accidentally hit her in the mouth. Kim felt HORRIBLE, and Sarah cried. That night when we went to do the tooth fairy thing, all we had was a five dollar bill, but we figured it was okay, what with the ordeal of it all and the first time, etc. Sarah was way too smart for us though, and expected the tooth fairy to cough up five bucks every time. But you know, it's not like they come out that often so no big deal, right? Except then we went on to have four kids, and you have sixteen baby teeth. Eighty dollars, Carrie. *giggles*
So yeah. Be careful with that first tooth, ya'll.
The kids and I were driving home today from an outing and the song Barracuda came on. What's her face's remake of it, actually. Ooh, yes, Fergie. Anyway, Sarah loves this song as it's from Guitar Hero. She started rocking out and it came to my attention that my children do not know how to head bang. I was agahst. So, driving down a Utah freeway, I gave my children head banging lessons. I must admit to looking like a complete freak if you had passed me on southbound I-15 today, but the kids and I had a great time and now they can bang with the best of them. Next week's lesson? The mosh pit...
Speaking of children, I win at mothering today. For dinner, we had left overs and fudge--procured during our outing today to a bunch of quaint litle shops. Gardner Village, for you Utah folks on my f-list. I highly recommend penuche fudge right after left over chicken noodle soup. We decided that was the best combination. :D --And actually, the chicken noodle soup was pork noodle soup because when I went to make it the other day I realized all I had was pork in the freezer. I was disheartened, but it turned out to be rather tasty. Hooray.
Wow--so okay, this is why I don't post more often. It's a ramble post. Anyway, I suppose that's all.
Except, I just thought of another reason I may win worst mother of the week. Becca knows the chorus to Womanizer. I thought I'd been careful only listening to it when she wasn't around, but no. And let me tell you, there's nothign more disturbing than your six-year-old singing,
Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,
Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby.
Yeah. Not cool, yet completely my fault. *sigh*