I quickly gave up the sewing efforts last night. I spent a good solid hour and fifteen minutes sewing on three stinking patches. My finger was throbbing, my eyes hurt and my head was pounding. I was bound and determined, but only for awhile. I swallowed my pride, called my momma this morning and she's sewing them on for me. With a sewing machine. God love her.
Dentist visit was a smashing success. No cavities. Not that I was expecting any, but it's always good to hear them say it. The hygienist pulled one of Ab's teeth. It was icky loose and more than ready to be pulled, but Mr. Diva couldn't get his big fingers in her little mouth to pull it. It's one of those further back and he just couldn't get hold. So Cady, the super hygienist, pulled it for her. She was relieved. She watched the dentist pull one once and the boy bawled for half an hour - left her thinking the dentist hurt him. I think the kid was just a wuss.
The dentist gave Sam and I both a chewing for not doing the lip exercises. Me for not making him, Sam for not doing them. I told him that if he knew a way to make the little shit do 'em right, then to please enlighten me. He told me to give him $5 in quarters at the beginning of the week and every time I catch him not doing it right he'll have to pay me a quarter. The kid'll be broke in 30 minutes. Get this. Here's a little something to keep you occupied at your computer. He wants to strengthen Sam's lips to the point that he'll be able to stick a pencil in his mouth, eraser only, pencil sticking straight out horizontally and be able to hold it there. Hell, I can't do it and I don't have a weak bite. Yikes. You try it and let me know if you can. He wants the boy to have a jaw like Mr. Incredible. Geez. I see his point, but for cryin' out loud, would you wanna walk around for 2 hours a night with a popsicle stick stuck in your lips to strengthen them? He expects Sam to be as compliant as Abby is, but she is the picture of maturity. Sam is a hyperactive little boy. Ain't gonna happen. At least, I don't think it will without beating the child.
We visited with Nana tonight. She is doing wonderful! Thank you so much to everyone who has asked about her, prayed for her and sent her good thoughts. No one, not one family member at different times of the day, has seen any confusion for several days now. She has developed cellulitis in her right foot, though, and it's pretty painful. She has to keep it elevated and it's slowed her rehab down a bit. I won't be able to see her tomorrow on her birthday, but will make it back over there Friday when karate is over. We're fixing her up a care basket full of necessity stuff (and a few goodies, of course) since it'll be awhile till she can actually get to Wal*Mart herself. She's going to have to rely on us to pick up her things for her and she hates it when her boys shop for her, lol. We figured us girls could put together some of the things we knew she needed and would use. I am so thankful she's doing better. You cannot believe the weight that has been lifted.
Tomorrow is our Brownie Badge Barbecue. I'm excited! It's not going to be anything fancy, but it's my first "real" ceremony of any kind regarding my Brownies. Ooh next year we'll have two that will bridge up to Juniors and just imagine how hog-wild I'll go over that if I'm making such a production out of a regular year!
I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow, too. I have to. It's already in the 90's here with oh, approximately 6000% humidity and that does not make for pretty hair on a person who has natural curls. Well, if you like the "Annie" look, it's perfect. Last night Abby got home from school, took one look at me, stopped dead in her tracks and said, "Oh. my. gosh. WHAT have you done to your hair? Did you get a perm?" I said, "No. This is the result of humidity on curly hair." She shook her head and said, "This is one time I'm glad I don't have curly hair then!"
And now I am off to bed. I'm going to have to take some of my magic herbal sleeping pills, though. I have so many things flying around in my head, there is no way I'll be able to sleep. Even though I'm exhausted my mind isn't wanting to completely shut down for awhile.
It's after midnight - Happy 85th Birthday, Nana!!
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