P is for PAIN.

There are two things in life I don't do well, one is change and the other is pain. My pain tolerance is nada.

That said, I made it through my first frenectomy all by myself! With no tears!



The picture really doesn't do it justice. I have a large hole all the way down to my chin bone right in the middle, and there are a few whitish stitches which are obstructing it in the picture. But I am quite proud of myself, and although my diet consists of mashed potatoes, mac n cheese and jello, I am doing alright. I would be lying if i said it was pain free, but the pain has been manageable. So first surgery is checked off the list, one more to go...

My First Frenectomy.

When you are first born your parents dote over every monumental "first" in your life. First tooth, first solid food, first word, and in fact, to make the most out of my first step I waited until my first birthday to take it so as to make the occasion even more special. Sadly, after 27 years it is with dread and fear that I am experiencing yet another first in my life, my first frenectomy.

While at first glance it appears as if I am having half of my brain removed, alas, it is a "simple" oral surgery. (ha) Simple oral surgery to you, excruciating pain to me. The Dr. will mercilessly pillage my tender gums with his saber all the way down to my crisp white bone under the guise of preserving what little precious gum tissue I have left. Even more sad is the fact that this surgery is a precursor to yet another surgery...we will talk about that at a later date...it deserves its own post.

Apparently along with an old soul I also have old gums. So this Tuesday I will make the journey to my trusty periodontist so that he can dope me up with novocaine and slice me open. Pray for me and if the thought crosses your mind send some broth my way.

I Love Reading.

It's true. I would like to say I picked up on reading at a pretty early age and fell in love. I love books, and libraries, and yes, even bookmarks. I'll save the details of my bookmark collection for another day, but suffice to say, I love reading.

However, according to Ecclesiastes, "There is a time for everything, and a Season for every activity under Heaven." And folks, I am here to tell you that a 3 hour flight from Houston to DC is not the time to read aloud to your spouse.

There are plenty of appropriate activities for which to kill time and entertain yourself on an airplane; playing video games, listening to music at a respectable level, catching up on sleep, watching the in-flight movie. But I assure you that sitting shoulder to shoulder with 200 people on an airplane does not warrant reading aloud to your spouse.

I will set aside the fact that reading aloud to anyone under the age of 10 is bizarre and just say: People don't do it on an airplane.

Yay Easter the Bunny!

It was great to go home for Easter. Despite nearly missing church it was a wonderful weekend spent with family. And...drum roll please...

Mason got Easter the bunny!





I know, I know, a bit over the top. But his Aunt Lili loves him and he loves animals so it was a good fit. Easter was very gentle and didn't even mind when Mason wanted to touch her eyeball to see what it felt like. :) What can I say? He's a curious boy. I hope Easter lives a long life and Mason can tell the story about how one Easter he got a bunny! Love you, Roadie!

There's No Place Like Home.

Dorothy had it right, and today I am clicking my heels together and heading home. Home to see my Mom and Dad, home to get my nails did, home to go shopping and enjoy the sun, home to see my Roadie. I am sooo excited for home!

For the next few days I will be relaxing and enjoying the Easter holiday with my family. This Easter is especially special because Roadie is getting an Easter bunny! Shh! Don't tell him. His favorite Aunt (aka the Easter Princess) will be assisting the Easter Bunny in bringing Roadie his new pet. He or she will be named Easter and will live in the backyard for Roadie to care for. I was only going to give him the bunny on the condition he could say bunny, but because he is more or less mute, we are going to give it to him anyway.

This weekend will also host Roadie's first ever Easter egg hunt. Yay! Easter is so much more fun with a little guy that can get the joy out of hunting for a plastic egg filled with candy. Although Roadie has chickens and conducts his own egg hunt every day, we are hoping this even won't disappoint.

The bunny below isn't Easter, but I will post pictures on the big day.