September 2016- Teams, Teeth and TWO birthdays!!

Well, ain’t that the truth?

For the second year in a row the Colorado Buffaloes beat the CSU Rams in the annual Rocky Mountain Showdown. Can we all say Amen?!?!?

Well, some of us anyway. Sore losers. That was the first quarter….

It’s a funny story actually. As usual, I was forced to watch the game as one of a few Buffs in a sea of Rams. To say it’s a hostile situation is an understatement. Jealousy makes people say mean things😀
Anyway, for my own safety I remained VERY quiet well into the second quarter, even though it looked like my team was poised to hand the Rammies a good old-fashioned a$$ kicking. At halftime, the score was 31-0 and the martini drinking commenced. Not by me, mind you. The loudmouth boys had to do something to dull the pain of the beatdown.

Halftime. It was all over but the singing.

I am not one to beat a dead Ram, so let’s move on. Besides the game, the best part of the weekend was that the “squad” was all together. I am continuously impressed by the way that the guys stay in touch with each other throughout the busyness of life and its changes and challenges. Now, most of that staying in touch is via inappropriate text string, but it’s impressive nonetheless. Over time, all but one of the guys has found himself an extremely tolerant wife, and many have started families. The chances to get everyone together are few and far between, so when it happens it is…..

….a disaster. But, in the best way. There are too many cocktails, too much crappy food, not enough sleep.

Once we recovered from the holiday weekend, emptied the recycle bin of the beer cans, and drank the first glass of water we’d seen in days, it was time to get to the task of sending my sweet baby off to her first day of preschool!!! Can you believe it? My mama heart was bursting with excitement for her because I know that preschool is a game changer for friend-making and sociability. So, even though I was a wee bit nervous and apprehensive, she was beyond ready.

I’m happy to report that she had a wonderful first day. She settled right in by interviewing each boy in her class for the position of her boyfriend and by the end of the day had it narrowed down to 2 lucky gentlemen. Let the games begin!!!

Speaking of games, a certain young lady celebrated her 8th birthday at the end of September. For her party, she requested the quintessential kid event….a slumber party. Oh, and a bonus trip to Rollerland.

At one point during the festivities, I wondered where John had gone….is he out on the roller floor with Malory? Did he need to excuse himself for one of his hour-long bathroom breaks? Is he in line for more nachos and corn dogs? After a thorough search of the joint, I found him here….

…reliving his youth.

As you all know, another Harris family little lady has a birthday the very next day. She turned FOUR, and once again her sister was kind enough to allow her to piggy back on her party. I am milking that for as long as I can…I’m no fool. We did have a smallish celebration with our cousins at Fly High Trampoline and a movie, but I’m afraid I have no photo evidence. So, this AWESOME picture of Malory and Landry from the day before will have to suffice. That’s pure happy right there.

To round out the month, we had several events of the dental variety. First, Reese’s front 2 teeth had been hanging on by literally nothing for what seemed like months. I was beginning to wonder if she super glued them in there. I mean, look at them…..

Gross, right? Well, for whatever reason she was very attached to them. Not even the promise of a visit from the tooth fairy and BIG BUCKS could convince her to pull them out. Enter her daddy, aka “the person with no compassion”. The story is different depending on who you ask, but his version is that she let him touch them and they “just fell out.” Cue the tears….until she realized that she was not dying and that it made it easier to close her mouth AND eat candy.

Next up in the dental debacles was this young man. On our first visit to the orthodontist, we discovered that he is actually missing all 4 permanent “pre-molars”. Apparently it’s a genetic thing, and naturally I blame John’s side of the family. So, in order to give him the best future smile possible they recommended that we pull them out now, rather than wait for them to disintegrate years down the line. With no permanent teeth to push them out, sometimes the baby teeth hold on for decades until they finally fail and you’re forced to get an implant replacement. And in the meantime, you’re left with baby teeth where big boy teeth should be….Just ask Uncle Lee how awesome that is.

So, off to the dentist we went to get those suckers pulled. When I took this picture, he was as high as a kite. He wanted me to stay in the room, but since he had NO IDEA, I opted to head to the waiting room and read the latest Food Network magazine. Well, I didn’t make it past the table of contents and they were done.

I have NO idea how. Can you believe how BIG they are?!?! Ouch.