What I day my kids had, especially the older one. She had Ballet (pre-ballet) this morning came home and "helped daddy" bring fire wood to the house. Then she visited Grandma and Granpa who she is so lucky to live right down the street from. Then we had to hurry up and change for a birthday party for her best friend. It was almost an hour away so we were about a half hour late. Played at the gymnastics place for a couple of hours and her sister ate and watched. Then the hour ride home. Of course my kids love to manage their time by doing there sleeping in the car not while Im at home and can take advantage of them sleeping! Then Mommy had to go sign up for t-ball by herself, no way could I have been in and out of there in 20 min. with both girls. Then when mommy got home we piled in the car and went to a "chilli cookoff" social at church. The girls had fun playing with the other kids although the baby played mostly by herself but always keeping track of where her sister was. She is so expressive, someone asked her where the other girls were and she just looks at them and shrugs her shoulders with her hands up and a supised frownish look on her face like I dont know Im busy with this rocking horse.

crying at the dentist

What a day! I didn’t have to work today, but I had to go to work. When I got around to brushing teeth this morning I was thinking the baby was defiantly in for braces cause her teeth were more crowded looking than I remembered. Then I realized that they were more crooked than before, the one was out in front of all the others and it wasn’t that way yesterday. Than I saw that a piece of it was still where is should be but there was some that was missing! I struggled to get a good look at it and finally got my fingers in there and yes, the one piece definitely moved. How in the world had she cracked her tooth in two and the front from the back too? She cried more than just an irritated at being held still cry when I touched it too. So of course, I called work (I work at a wonderful dentist office) and made an appointment for her this afternoon. She was so tired and almost fell asleep but no nap before we left. She did sleep on the way there though. She was shy little momma’s girl when we got there and I had to open her mouth for her to let Dr. V look at it. We got the x-ray with a reasonable amount of crying/screaming and of course yes it was definitely broken and needed to come out. He didn’t know if he could get it out but after he talked to the oral surgeon in town on the phone said he could do it (come to find out she’s too young for anyone to sedate her). I was glad to not have to go to a specialist and pay so much more but I would have done whatever needed to be done to get her taken care of. So I held her head and her mouth open while she got numb. Then to take the tooth out I held her mouth open (although it was pretty much open with the screaming and crying) and held her arms down, Stacey assisted and held her forehead back, Dr M helped hold her arms and hold her still and Jenn held her legs while Dr V worked on getting the tooth out. Poor little girl not even 2 and she has 4 people holding her down while someone stuck things in her mouth and made her bleed and scared her. I was trying to lay my head back so I didn’t have to watch. Everyone was trying to comfort her and tell her it would be OK and Mommy was here but she didn’t understand what we were doing to her and why we were holding her down. Then I thought that because I was trying not to look she couldn’t even see that I was there so I picked my head up so she could see me. She did see me, I think it helped her some. Her poor little eyes were all red and blood shot from crying and being scarred and they were looking around at all the different people who were holding her down from me to Dr. M to Jenn to me to Stacey to me then not at me anymore like she was trying to figure out why we were doing this to her and what she had done to deserve this. Then I had to watch the tooth come out to keep me focused on why this needed to happen not my baby crying. It put up a bit of a fuss after the piece that was broken came off (the whole root was still there, it wasn’t suppose to come out yet) then it came loose and out and there was a hole where her little tooth had been and then it filled with blood. And then; trying to put pressure on it with the gauze I was like I think it’ll clot I can't restrain her any more. Not a gory amount but blood on her shirt and mine from her crying on my shoulder. (But I think that was better than having abandoning her completely while someone strapped her little body to a board so she couldn’t move to hurt herself and me not being there with her.) She finally stopped crying and fell asleep half way through our 30 min ride home.

i love my kids

I love my kids! They are my life! But sometimes they drive me nuts! They are good then bad then sweet then stubborn then affectionat then independant. While I always love them sometimes I wonder what I got myself into and sometimes I want to strangle them, not really but just for a minute or two. Am I a terrable parent, I dont think so I think Im an average parent and all parents get frustrated with there kids but the trick is to allow yourself to be human and allow those crazy kids to be human too.