Service with a Smile!!

Tonight's dinner take-away...

Abbee: [from the corner seat at the table, trapped between JP and JW] Emma, will you please get up and get us some napkins?

Emma: Why don't you? [as she's stomping off to get them with a string of spaghetti hanging from her mouth!]

Me: I think what you were trying to say was, "Sure, Abbee, I'd love to! Because Jesus has called me to serve others."

JP: [interrupting my highly spiritual not to mention extremely moving speech] Yea! So while you sit there on your lazy butt, I'm gonna get up and serve Jesus!

Play Date

Max had a date with Callie this afternoon and I was certain it was going to lead to Max's untimely death! He ran himself ragged trying to keep up with her! This mud hole seemed to be their wallering spot of choice. (Apparently, my MacBook didn't grow up in southeast Texas because it is not recognizing "wallering" as a legitimate word!) Those two had a blast chasing each other around the field and sliming the humans with all of their NASTY! Max came home and completely CRASHED!! Which kept him from destroying our home. At least for a little while! Which is more than I can say for the other four muts who went along with us!

Sorry, Brody!

JW and the Knowledge he Imparts

A bit of history to help understand the context:
When JW was younger, he always told us that his dad died in the ocean. We were never quite sure where he got that idea; but, he was convinced that the ocean was involved in his dad's death and that remained his story for quite sometime.

Today, John Wesley was enlightening us to all of the things that are worse than dying. His short list included cancer, to which he added, "My first daddy died from cancer."

Jordan said, "I thought your dad died in the ocean?"

At that, JW whipped his head around with his eyes as big as saucers and retorted, "WHAT?!!?? My dad's not from Bethlehem! He wasn't one of those 'walk on water' guys!" (As if being one of those guys is an incredible insult!)

That dude is funny! Ridiculous. But funny.

Budding Photographer

Abbee has a gift.
She picks up my camera.
She snaps.
She giggles.
She snaps another.
She's all about the unexpected.
And has a mighty keen eye don't you think?

Emma Had Gas

Unfortunately, our "field trip" to the dentist's office last week resulted in another today! Emma had a cavity in need of a filling (a first for Emma!); so, I loaded up the crew and spent some time at the dentist's office again this afternoon.

She has been greatly concerned about this appointment, interviewing everyone she knows to get the 4-1-1 on what is involved in having a tooth filled with the most important question being: IS IT GONNA HURT?!!??

Sasha was the first to tell her that it would require a shot. Thanks, Sasha! (Darn nursing students being so honest about medical procedures!!)

Then, Emma turned to her Aunt Leigh to investigate further. Aunt Leigh took the kinder, gentler approach saying indeed there was a shot involved but she would hardly feel it.

Jordan, who has never had a filling herself, described the length of the needle as Emma's eyeballs bugged almost completely out of their sockets!

With all of the research in, the little princess had a little trouble sleeping last night! The first words she uttered this morning were, "Mom, what time are you taking me to the dentist?"

Dr. Granger was kind enough to give her some laughing gas to help her relax. After a completely non-eventful run-of-the-mill filling, here are Emma's post-procedural thoughts: "It was cool. But, it tastes weird."

I can honestly say having had almost every molar in my mouth filled before my 18th birthday that I would NEVER use the word cool to describe anything associated with dentistry. That gas must be some good stuff!