Shark Boy doesn't live here anymore.

Yesterday morning, The Boy and I went to the orthodontist. He had x-rays taken, impressions done, and spacers placed between some molars on the bottom. As we were leaving, we stopped at the desk to make an appointment for his five tooth extractions. And were told there was an open appointment right then. And, well, The Boy and I really haven't done anything spontaneous lately, so we went for it. Ouch. There was pain. And anger. I'm actually kind of suprised he didn't kill me in my sleep. And then there was a lot of ibuprofin and Tylenol, and ice cream, and butterscotch pudding, and yogurt. He was pretty hungry but couldn't really eat anything solid at all, or even anything warm.

Today, he's back to school. I loaded him up with ibuprofin first. I think it's a good sign that all he's complaining about is the pain of the spacers on the bottom (which I still feel bad about, but at least the extractions don't hurt anymore). I've packed his lunch with an Uncrustable sandwich, a banana, yogurt, and applesauce. We'll see how that works out for him. Tonight, we might try spaghetti.

Goodbye, Shark Boy.

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My boy is awesome

Today, I showed him these 20 year old pictures of me:



He looked, kind of disbelievingly, and said, "that's you??"

I said, "Yes, that's me. What do you think?"

And my angel pointed at me and replied, "This I see as my beautiful mother", then he pointed at the pictures and said, "and this is a supermodel!"

Scene from my living room:

The Boy selects a popsicle and heads for the living room. I put the box away, and turn to find him eating it on the sofa (which he knows is expressly forbidden). Boy sees me see him, and quickly leans forward, with an air of I've-been-leaning-forward-this-whole-time-no-of-course-I-wasn't-eating-on-the-couch about him.

Me: Did ya forget I have eyes?

Boy: Yeah...






Me (earlier, as the boy searched in vain for a purple popsicle, vehemently refused an orange one, and finally settled on a red): Poor orange. Nobody likes orange. Orange is the red-headed step-child of popsicles.

I NEVER thought this would be a mother-son activity

Today, my boy and I waxed our eyebrows together.

He'd been complaining about the unibrow he's developing. So I offered to wax it for him, and he readily agreed. While I heated the wax up, I realized I'm way overdue for my own eyebrows. Plus, I thought it would be easier for him if he saw me do it first. So I did mine. Then I applied the wax between his brows, and he ripped it off.

It was such a bonding experience. ;)

Speaking of Alan Tudyk... *

...am I the only one who didn't know he's a natural redhead?

I love him even more now.

I want to have his redheaded babies.


EDIT: Because Amanda asked if there were pictures.

(*'cause, well, I'm always speaking of Alan Tudyk)

Suprise of the day

Well, suprise of yesterday. Steven Tyler (you, know, from Aerosmith), was in our office building yesterday. The word was that he was there to see his lawyer, who's office is in the building. I stayed at my desk and watched the parking lot through my third-floor window, waiting to see if he'd come out the front. And sure enough, he did. And he got stopped by several people for pictures and autographs, most of them my co-workers! That was funny: Oh, there's Roy! There's Jim! Is that Sue? LOL.

One girl at work had been mentioning Steven Tyler the last couple weeks. When she went to the Marshfield Fair (an annual local town fair) last week, she'd been hoping to run into him. Apparently he's been sited there before. And wouldn't you know, she WAS NOT IN yesterday! Or today. She's going to die to find out she missed him!

Sue was kind enough to share a couple pics that she got. (I've blocked her face out because I'm assuming she wouldn't want me throwing her face around the internet.)