Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Fall






Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Teeth Repaired!

We took Boy #2 to the dentist yesterday and she fixed his tooth. Before we went I was about to throw out the chunk of tooth that I had made Boy #1 look for in the woods...good thing I didn't. The dentist was able to use some dental cement and put the chunk right back on...it looked a little discoloured yesterday but by this afternoon you would never know it had been cracked in half. There is no line and the broken off bit has turned the same colour as the rest of the tooth!!

And all for the low, low price of #112.00. I was thinking it would be way higher!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Boys will be boys...

Yesterday was a work day at our house...the kids were cleaning the van, Nate was continuing to install the new siding on the house, etc. It was finally a day without rain.

Across the road from our place is a small green space the kids like to call "The Woods". So after the boys were done cleaning the van, Nate let them go over there and play "Air Soft." Now, Air Soft is a small pistol like gun that shoots tiny plastic balls. It's not supposed to hurt and the balls are biodegradable so that you can just leave them on the ground. I, personally, have chosen to NOT be shot at by one of these guns so I have no idea the force, velocity or pain that it can incur.

The boys had been over there about an hour when I hear one of them coming across the road, hollering like he's been...well, shot. Turns out that's what had happened.

Just so you know, they wear these big ski goggle type things for face protection. However, I never once thought they should have worn teeth protection. My eight year old runs in the house, hollering and crying and when I look at his face, his big, front, ADULT tooth has been shot off.

I AM NOT KIDDING.

I freak.
I tell the other boy to run back to the woods and find the tooth. It is almost perfectly sheared in half. It looks terrible and from the noise he's making, it's not feeling so great either.

Once I calm him down, I ask him the scale of pain question (1 to 10). He answers, "Oh, it doesn't hurt." What?? Then why are you making such noise? Hmmmm....he doesn't know.

Remember it's a Saturday afternoon of a holiday weekend. So for the next twenty minutes I call several dental clinics from the yellow pages that say "Emergencies Taken" ~ none are open. It seems you must have your emergency btwn 9 and 5, Monday to Friday. I call Telehealth, they ask me a few questions and basically, there's nothing I can do until Tuesday when I can see a dentist.

Boy #1 comes back home, tooth in hand. I put it in a ziploc. By dinner time, the story is embellished and all males in the house think it's it looks cool.

Air Soft Gun - $30
Dental Repair - $800
Being able to say you got your tooth shot off by your brother - Priceless

By the way, the Air Soft is now in the trash can.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Freebies...

I'm not sure really how to explain this blog post...you see, we seem to be the family that people like to give things to...for free.
I'm not sure how we have gained this status, but it tends to work very much in our favour.

I was telling my running buddy/dear friend this morning about our latest free thing and she said I should blog about it. So here I am.

Yesterday I was at the No Frills grocery store. I think I must look a little odd grocery shopping in the middle of the day with five kids. Picture a little caravan of people, carts and strollers walking up and down the aisles. First is me, then my 10 yr. old pushes the cart, then my 7 year old pushes the baby in a stroller and behind her is the 8 year old, pushing the 3 year old in a stroller. All very organized...right.

Anyhow, I'm bagging up the groceries and am just about finished when this cute couple (in their 70's I'm guessing) comes up to me, plops a bag in my cart and the man says, "Here. And Happy Thanksgiving." I look at them and am shocked, manage to speak some sort of Thank You and then they are gone. I look in the bag....it's a turkey!!

Just earlier this week I came upstairs from our school room and look out the side door and there are three new hoola hoops sitting there. No idea who brought them, no idea when they were put there.

In a typical month someone, anonymous or no, will drop off a bike, a skateboard, a bag of clothes (not brand new -- but who cares?). I have come to the door and seen a pie on my step. No clue who left it there. I have entered our garage and there in the door way is a bag of baby bedding. This guy at Home Depot gave Nate a bike for the kids. It's weird. It's fabulous!

Anyhow, I'm not sure if it's us -- do we appear to be in need? If so, how do we portray the need for GAP gift certificates and cash? Just kidding...I'm very grateful and it makes life very interesting when you come home and find a parcel at your door. It's fun to try and figure out who dropped it off.