Jackson is going to kill me for putting this picture on the blog, but I want to document this. This kid right here is a trooper. He is missing 4 of his grown-up molars (thanks a lot genetics) and without the big teeth moving down, there’s nothing to push out the baby teeth. They would stay in there and be fine, but would eventually fail in adulthood and have to be replaced by an implant….with a lot of pain and $$$$. It’s apparently a pretty common thing, and our orthodontist’s plan is to use his wisdom teeth in their place and just move everything forward. But, that requires having those baby molars pulled so that everything can get moving along. This is what the poor child looked like immediately after having them pulled. He’s as loopy as could be from the laughing gas. But, more importantly look at how big these suckers are. Ouch!!
As a reward for his pain and suffering, his dad took him for the ultimate haircut and pampering….
Meanwhile, these cuties did some fake pampering of their own in the form of press on nails from Claire’s….otherwise known as the biggest rip off out there. Buy 3 get 3 free…..and yet I fall for it every time.
“Mom, can we go to Claire’s while we’re at the mall?”
“Sure. Bring your own money though.”
When you walk in and are bombarded by the purple signs advertising the buy three get three free promotion, it seems like you could get out of there with 6 items for your $20. Not.Even.Close. They don’t tell you that more than half of the crap in the store doesn’t qualify for the discount, so when your happy girls walk up to the counter holding their hard earned money and the salesperson gives them the bad news, what do you think happens? They can either be disappointed and cry tears of sadness, or go back and get THREE MORE ITEMS. And guess who gets to pay for the difference? I hate you Claire’s.
It’s no secret in the Harris household that our dogs are spoiled, oftentimes more so than our children. At no other time is this more evident than at mealtime. These dogs do not get just plain, dry, tasteless kibble. Nope. At least 3 mornings a week, these dogs get scrambled eggs. And, not just the leftovers from the kids breakfast plates….their very own skillet full of eggs. Sometimes even with cheese. It’s as if they’ve even come to expect it…..the very mention of eggs will bring them running from their post-get-out-of-bed nap.
See?
For 2 of the dogs, those eggs mixed with dry kibble is enough to tide them over until dinnertime. Not Walter. Most mornings, immediately after breakfast, this is where you’ll find him. He’s waiting for his “dessert”….a post-breakfast treat. You can try and say “no” or just ignore him, and if you do the not so subtle whining will commence. He will stay there until you give in. Trust me.
Oh Reese, she’s so cute. A terrible speller, and apparently very smelly, but cute nonetheless. This is her “grocery” list that she has pinned up on the whiteboard in her room. Stinky armpits? Check. Smelly breath? Check. Check. I love that she’s on top of this.
Towards the end of the month was the time we’d all been waiting for since January. Spring Break!! One change with our new school is the transitional calendar…when I had to send the peeps to school at the very beginning of August, I hated it. But, when October came along and we were able to take a 10-day trip to the Bahamas without missing school? Not so bad. Well, the same thing applies to our Spring Break…we get a full 2 weeks off. And, if my checkbook hadn’t already been emptied by the aforementioned trip to Atlantis, we’d be off again. But, alas that was not to be. Instead, we relished in the sleeping in and daily activities of our very own Staycation.
We painted pottery.
We painted faces….
And, we painted canvases. This was my first time taking the girls to Canvas and Cocktails. Sadly, because it was a Tuesday and I had to drive, I did not get to partake in the cocktail portion of the agenda. Sad, because I am waaaaayyyy better at that than I am at painting.
I was pretty impressed with my budding Picassos.
On the last day of the month, we spent the evening dyeing easter eggs. The girls had already made lists for the Easter Bunny of the things they were hoping to receive. Clearly, we need to have a conversation to clarify the different holidays and their traditions. Maybe that’s why when I came home from grocery shopping that afternoon, John had them all parked in front of the TV for an episode of the mini-series “The Bible.”
