Clearing Webs

The Things that Get Stuck Around Here

The two younger boys were asleep already and I sent the two older ones to potty and lay down. Gid headed upstairs and was gone for a while before I heard from him, "Mom! I have a three stuck in my teeth and I can't get it out!"
Then Ike from the bathroom, "Mom, are you going to have to cut the three out?"

This is funny to me on so many levels. A few:
1) It doesn't faze Isaac that his older brother has said three stuck in his teeth.
2) Isaac apparently has inside information that says cutting might be in order when threes get stuck in teeth.
3) Gid has a three stuck in his teeth.

I'm going upstairs to see if I can do a three extraction without using scissors.

The Monetary Price of Forgetting

Three things:

1. I have mastitis. I'm dying. We're talking head to toe aches, feel like I was hit by a car, my skin hurts to pull the sheets over type of aching. Now, I'm no wuss. This is a woman who's gone through three completely natural childbirths, one of which was pretty complicated. Trust me when I say simply, "I hurt".

2. Atticus is in the 97th %tile for height. Where the heck did that come from?

3. Andy and I let adding Att to the insurance slip through the cracks until this morning. Andy called and was told we'd had the first 60 days after his birth to add him. He's 63 days old today. I'm thinking you can guess what kind of grace insurance companies give for the 3 day difference. Thus far the price of forgetting to do this has cost us well over $200. We're switching over insurances on November 1 and should be able to add him then. Until that time we're just praying he doesn't get too sick!

Those of you who know me realize we couldn't get away w/a subject like mastitis w/out at least one gross picture. The following shows a goat where half the udder has fallen off b/c of mastitis! Oh poor, poor, miserable creature!

I started the day with chocolate

Just letting you know.

Mmm, orange chocolate. . .

My Isaac

First a picture then a story.

This pin makes me think of Isaac.

Andy's camping in the back yard with the boys tonight. Gid told me Daddy sent them to find wood for the fire. About that time we heard good ol' Ike proudly say, "I found wood!" Sure enough he tottered by, three wooden cooking spoons carefully balanced in his arms.

This pile would sure create a s'more or two.

Atticus Pics

You must check out the pics my sister took of Atticus.