Braces.. They are NOT for Sissy's!

Aahhh braces. I never had the pleasure of enduring that particular torture as a youngster( well, a younger youngster ). My teeth are fairly straight with only a few minor imperfections that are not so obvious. Due to my good fortune I was given the choice between a show horse or braces; hmmm tough choice!

Anyway, with all that being said, my precious DQ did not fall under that lucky star. She was blessed with a teenie, tiny mouth that doesn't have enough room for her teeth. Her mouth is so small in fact that the sides tear when the dentist works on her mouth! Needless to say we are staring down the orthodontist tunnel!
She has been undergoing expanding and now braces for about a year now. She really has been a good sport about it all, but we are seeing a different DQ this week. She has an appointment today and she saw that fact on the calendar a couple of days ago. She came home from school yesterday acting pitiful and weepy. She curled up under a blanket and cried. She went in my room and went to sleep. She shunned her dog. She fake coughed. She assumed the fetal position and held her tummy. Then supper time rolled around and she saw the menu and instantly felt better! However, as she was getting ready for school today all of a sudden all those terrible sicky symptoms returned. She can't possibly go today, nope not today she says! Sadly DQ must face the chair this afternoon. Hubby and I are dreading it almost as much as she is! At her last appointment I don't know who cried more: me and her brother, or her!

Amy

Callie the puppy

Dear Callie,
You and I are not friends. I don't like you.
Amy

From Afar

I am blogging from afar. Some great friends of ours have recently moved home from New Orleans and so here I sit taking advantage of their computer.

So life in Hworld is crazy as usual. I'm working my nights away at the "baby factory". Needless to say the job has been quite stressful lately. I don't know what is going on, but everyone has been so very sick. Sorry to say I've been a little gun shy about going to work lately!

BB is doing well in middle school; finally starting to adjust. His teachers are starting to figure him out and how to work him. He was moved to a different class with students who are on his level of thinking. I think this has helped him because he feels stimulated and more motivated. Hubby and I are very thankful that for the most part BB has been blessed with excellent teachers who are willing to step up and challenge him.

DQ is as dramatic as ever! She is blossoming into a young lady. It breaks my heart to listen to her stories now because her interests have changed so much. She is getting into music and books. She's still a crazy little lady, but man do I adore her!

So we are praying about a few things, some changes taking place. Of course that seems to be the theme this year! I am finding that the more these changes take place the more I am adjusting. I'm getting better!

Hopefully our electronic world will be up and working soon and I can post some updated pics.

Oh, by the way... we have yet another new addition to the family. Let's all welcome Callie the psycho puppy to the family. She's crazy as her mama (DQ)... she'll fit right in!!!

Amy

I Know Right?

A little lingo I picked up from my son. It has been quite some time since I've posted and for that I apologize. We have had some technical difficutlies, wait, we STILL have some technical difficutlites. I assure you we are working on the problem, until then you get nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Annoying huh? I know right???

Amy

My Opinion

Since it's my blog my opinion is the only one that matters here... just so you know! So I've been thinking. Since this is my blog, technically it's "my" world here and I have something I would like to say. Now don't get me wrong, you are entitled to your opinion, but just know that right here and right now mine is the only one going to be heard (unless you choose to comment which nobody ever does, even though I know you are reading this).
Ok, so here goes. First of all, I think that I should be independently wealthy. Not like rolling in money, traveling the world kind of wealthy, but just the kind where life is comfy, bills are paid, and we can take an occasional vacation. I don't want to work unless I feel like it, and even then the hours of my choosing. Yup, that's what I think.
Secondly, I think that children should always be happy and entertained. They should never get bored to the point where they are running around the house screaming and throwing tin foil balls at each other. They should never be so enticed to pound each other and hurl themselves at the other. Yup, definitely a good idea!
Thirdly, plane tickets should be cheaper. It should not cost me in excess of $2000 to go visit my family in SD. Nope, it should be much less and it should also be a fast, easy, and inclement weather free trip.
Fourthly, I think dogs should only bark when they truly need to, for example a tall, hulking bad guy at my door. They should never bark at invisible men, other dogs, and the imaginary sounds outside. They should always stay in the yard and not torment the neighbor kids. They will always pee and poop in their designated spot within our yard and they clean it up when they are finished. That is a grand idea.
Fifthly, since I do have to work, and the not the hours of my choosing, deliveries should always be a pleasant experience. There should not be such a thing as decels and meconium. There should not be cranky doctors and midwives with holier than now attitudes. Patients should always be of normal and sane mind, and their mothers should be at home sleeping or in the waiting room until they are called. They should not have mothers who think they know how to read a strip, and think that it's ok to turn up the pitocin to help things along. They should also learn where the kitchen it to get ice for their daughters since they insist on being in the room for the whole entire labor experience.
Lastly, again since I am not independently wealthy, and cannot choose my hours, I thinks husbands should never have to work late. They should be home around 4:00 every day and never be too tired to help out. They should not have to work night and day and then be so exhausted they cannot even function let alone be any fun to be around!!
As stated before these are merely my opinions, but it's my blog, therefore my world!

Amy

I Know...

I know it's not even Thanksgiving yet but hear me out. I know Christmas is still forever away, but I figure why unpack everyday stuff when I just have to turn around and pack it all back up so I can put Christmas out? This way I can just unpack Christmas and then I can enjoy my mint truffle Hershey kisses now instead of waiting till the end of November!! I know you understand my logic.... right?

Amy

Excuse My French

Middle school SUCKS!! I feel like my poor son is so swamped in homework that he is forgetting how to be a kid! Does that make sense?

When I was in 6th grade I remember having time to come home and watch a few cartoons, have a snack, take a bike ride, eat supper with my family, and even talk on the phone to my friends. I remember doing homework for about 30 mins daily, sometimes up to an hour. I stress the word sometimes. I remember having slumber parties, having my first "boyfriend", having friends over for the weekend. I remember I played Y-ball every Saturday. I remember getting my first bra (however unnecessary it was). I remember the musical I did in chorus at school.

Want to know what BB is gonna remember? HOMEWORK. Never ending, tear streaking, head aching, fist pounding hours of homework. I'm so frustrated with all of this. He has gotten caught up but has so much work to do EVERY single day that it's almost impossible to stay caught up. We have yet to take our bike ride together around our new neighborhood. He hasn't watched cartoons in days. He sits at the table hour after hour pouring over homework only to go to school the next day to get more. I just don't know what to do!!! I'm watching my little boy have to be a grown up. It makes me angry that the school is stealing his childhood from him. They are stealing his joy. Do you know he hasn't even had time to go to church on Wed night? OUT OF CONTROL. I'm seriously comtemplating private school next year just to give the poor kid a break!

Amy