So I think I must have some condition or problem...I always need to be busy, have things going on, be looking forward to something, just making progress in general. A few months ago I really didn't have much going on and I was eager to figure out something to do. I am so excited for this fall, here's what we have going on:
I am beginning a Preschool-way exciting! Check it out at www.beyondbasicspreschool.blogspot.com
I am coaching Tommy's soccer team-so looking forward to it, should be hilarious!
I am studying to become a fitness instructor-a little apprehensive about the test, but I'm sure it will be fine.
I am taking piano lessons. I have been taking since April and have a lesson just once a month and am loving it! (I took piano lessons for about seven years as a kid and unfortunately became a teenager who was adamant to not play anymore. But I'm happy to say that it is coming back quickly. My mom was sure to rub in the fact that I could have kept taking piano lessons for free as a kid but I was too stubborn, I know Mom, I was wrong, you were right.)
Tommy is going to come to my preschool but also to another preschool (he has always been a bit shy and I think it will be good for him to go out of our home for some of his education).
Tommy is also doing gymnastics at Flip's.
Madison, well, Maddie will be taking naps, eating, sleeping, etc. Oh, and being toted about to all of the family events.
Brayten...hmmm, what is Brayten going to be doing. Ah, I remember, it's Fall...he'll be hunting most of the time but I still love him anyway.
So it's going to be busy...just what I like.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tommy's Tooth Trauma
Since Tommy was tiny, just able to toddle about, every time he has fallen he always hits his mouth. He often had a fat lip while he was learning to use his legs well. When he was about eighteen months he fell at my sister's house and hit his mouth on her buried trampoline frame. Unfortunately his tooth, the he had hit over and over again, finally gave up the ghost. The tooth died and was a lovely shade of gray.
Well a couple of weeks ago Tommy was playing at his buddy's house. They both like to take the cushions off of the couches in the basement and proceed to jump into the cushions from the couches. Tommy didn't display his best judgement and ended up jumping on to his friend Luke. He hit his mouth on Luke's head. Luckily Luke has a pretty tough head and didn't have any problems but unlucky for Tommy his mouth had a bit of trauma.
Tommy came up the stairs with his mouth bleeding saying, "It was an accident, I said sorry!" Apparently he was a bit worried he was going to get in trouble. Well fortunately it was the same tooth that has had a most unfortunate history. After a trip to the dentist and an x-ray we saw that the tooth was fractured above the gum line. So we scheduled an appointment to have it removed.
Honestly I was so nervous about it. I was nervous because I had to give him a sedative. I was nervous that he would be in pain. I was nervous that my sweet little boy would look a bit goofy after he got his tooth pulled. Well dooms day came...I let Tommy eat whatever food he wanted. He chose Lucky Charms for breakfast and a cheese quesadilla for lunch (his favorite absolute favorite thanks to his Daddy for introducing this healthy food). We went to the store and bought him a movie to watch when we got home. Then I gave him his, in his words, really yucky sedative and began the drive to Sandy for his appointment. I watched him in the rear view mirror as we drove. I saw my little three year old becoming more and more slap happy, it was hilarious, he was a drunk little man. He began unabashedly dancing and giggling.
We stopped by Grandpa's work and dropped Madison off to my sister-in-law (thank you Juneal for helping me out). Grandpa and Uncle Russ gave Tommy a blessing and we continued on our journey. We were almost to the dentist's office when Tommy looked where Maddie usually sits and exclaimed in his drunken state, "MOM!!! YOU LEFT MADDIE!" He was so concerned. I explained that Juneal had her and he was just fine.
We got to the dentist's. They put some laughing gas on him, turned on cartoons in the ceiling, I held his little hand, out came the pliers and out came his tooth. He was so brave! And amid all of my nervousness it was fine, everything was fine, and he doesn't even look too goofy. Now I just have to figure out how to protect his other teeth.
Well a couple of weeks ago Tommy was playing at his buddy's house. They both like to take the cushions off of the couches in the basement and proceed to jump into the cushions from the couches. Tommy didn't display his best judgement and ended up jumping on to his friend Luke. He hit his mouth on Luke's head. Luckily Luke has a pretty tough head and didn't have any problems but unlucky for Tommy his mouth had a bit of trauma.
Tommy came up the stairs with his mouth bleeding saying, "It was an accident, I said sorry!" Apparently he was a bit worried he was going to get in trouble. Well fortunately it was the same tooth that has had a most unfortunate history. After a trip to the dentist and an x-ray we saw that the tooth was fractured above the gum line. So we scheduled an appointment to have it removed.
Honestly I was so nervous about it. I was nervous because I had to give him a sedative. I was nervous that he would be in pain. I was nervous that my sweet little boy would look a bit goofy after he got his tooth pulled. Well dooms day came...I let Tommy eat whatever food he wanted. He chose Lucky Charms for breakfast and a cheese quesadilla for lunch (his favorite absolute favorite thanks to his Daddy for introducing this healthy food). We went to the store and bought him a movie to watch when we got home. Then I gave him his, in his words, really yucky sedative and began the drive to Sandy for his appointment. I watched him in the rear view mirror as we drove. I saw my little three year old becoming more and more slap happy, it was hilarious, he was a drunk little man. He began unabashedly dancing and giggling.
We stopped by Grandpa's work and dropped Madison off to my sister-in-law (thank you Juneal for helping me out). Grandpa and Uncle Russ gave Tommy a blessing and we continued on our journey. We were almost to the dentist's office when Tommy looked where Maddie usually sits and exclaimed in his drunken state, "MOM!!! YOU LEFT MADDIE!" He was so concerned. I explained that Juneal had her and he was just fine.
We got to the dentist's. They put some laughing gas on him, turned on cartoons in the ceiling, I held his little hand, out came the pliers and out came his tooth. He was so brave! And amid all of my nervousness it was fine, everything was fine, and he doesn't even look too goofy. Now I just have to figure out how to protect his other teeth.
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