All I want for Christmas

ST lost her other front tooth on Monday. I was so proud of her. Why? Because she pulled her own tooth!

ST was so excited when I picked her up at school Monday. She told me that she went to the bathroom and pulled her own tooth. I have to report that she looks adorable sans the 2 big front teeth.

It was funny how quickly that tooth got loose. She went around for days with that snaggly tooth look. I swear that there were times when I thought that tooth was swinging back and forth. That's when I would check it. It was hanging on by a thread but not really so loose as to be moving by itself. DQ's other big tooth is still firmly in place. It is slightly wiggly but I don't think she'll be able to sing, "All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth". Despite the fact that one of her teeth is missing DQ's face continues to look like an older girl.

ST has lost more teeth at school than DQ. MI is beginning to get a bit jealous. I saw the look come across her face. MI gets so frustrated because things do happen to her like they happen to her sisters. I really feel for her because she's right. She's not that much younger than her sisters. But a couple of years still makes a difference at this time in their life.

The Anti-American Woman

I am not a red blooded American woman. I realized this truth the day after Thanksgiving when I called a couple of women I know that have Pamper Chef contacts. Neither of them were at home. No they were out shopping. They were contributing to the well being of our economy.

Where was I? I was at home doing nothing. I watched some movies with my dear little girls. I let them play computer games on my laptop. I played with my children. I talked with them. I even read a book. I read books to my children, too. My Saturday was much the same. We never left the house once. PF did. Both Friday and Saturday PF got out of the house. He tried to take a child with him but none of them were having it. Sunday we went to Church. I took the girls down to the barn and we played upstairs. We threw balls around. We danced. The girls built themselves a cool house out of these foam mats. Never imagined that as a possibility. Quite frankly I am rather proud of their ingenuity.

Adjective Queen wanted a Thanksgiving story. Well our Thanksgiving was remarkably uneventful. No one got on anyones nerves. OK. DQ was totally pissed off with the Macy's parade. They kept advertising High School Musical. She just knew they were going to do a number from the movie. All they had were Corbin Bleu and Ashley Tisdale singing on floats that had nothing to do with HSM. So there's DQ first lesson as a consumer.

But anyway here's what happened: my sister hosted the dinner. I got at least 10 phone calls leading up to the day. On one phone call she confesses that she has 27 people coming for dinner. So PF and I start counting heads in the family. We only have 21 people in the extend local family. So obviously she's got some guests coming. Knowing that there is a lot on her table I get to her house early to help out. My dear b-i-l, Tex drives me crazy harassing me about knocking the table where the rolls are rising. Tex also attempts to get me pickled early but I resist. And I do not drink anything all evening so perhaps that is why the night was so uneventful.

So I guess you can sum up my Thanksgiving weekend as a boat floating calmly in the waters. I didn't even brave the crush of people out shopping for their Christmas goods. Luckily I am almost done. I got Tex and my niece's husband's name to shop for Christmas presents. Otherwise I'm good to go. Actually it was because I got Tex's name that I discovered that I am not a normal American woman. And yes folks I know that I am never normal.

It's been a while

It's been a while since I've posted anything. Nothing very extraordinary has happened of late. For those that remember DQ's puppy love from last year and would like a report-- it's over. She's found a new love. He is of Asian descent. It was rather cute because I asked her if she still liked the boy down the street. No it was "Matthew". He is Vietnamese but he can't talk Vietnamese. I thought it was rather cute that she felt compelled to report that he doesn't speak the language. DQ goes to Chinese school to learn Chinese every Saturday morning. She is doing very well. As is MI. The teacher reports that MI does very well for being an Anglo child. I laugh because I know that MI thinks she is Chinese. I'm living in dread for when she tells someone who is Chinese that she is Chinese. What are they going to think? I've tried to correct her but she will have none of it. MI believes and knows deep down inside herself that she is Chinese. Go figure.

Anyway, the other bit of news in our life is that ST is anxious about next year. Apparently 3rd graders do not have the same lunch and recess time as the 1st and 2nd graders. ST doesn't want to have DQ go on to 3rd grade because she feels abandoned. ST wants to have her sister with her during the 1st few weeks of school to play with and hang around. ST talks about this everyday know for the last couple of weeks. I am now beginning to wonder if I should call the school counselor to ask for help with this issue. I mean yesterday, ST asked DQ to flunk 2nd grade! So is it time to intervene?

Besides MI thinking she is Chinese MI is looking forward to when she is in school with her sisters. I hope that I can get into the school in time to get her enrolled in the all day kindergarten; otherwise, MI might as well get use to the idea of Catholic school for one more year. Maybe that is something that will help ST out. ST will be a 2nd grader next year and they use the 2nd graders to help the all day kindergarteners figure out how to get back to class after recess. Yep. I definitely need to talk to the school.