Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Pain in the ...


I recently had to get a crown, to cover my root canal, after I got a cavity filled, which apparently was a deep one. Why worthy of a post? Why not? Also, the fact is I have managed with limited dental care to make it to 29 without much in the way of drilling*.

My eyes remained closed to protect them from water and tooth chunks. And scary people with pointed metal thingies.
Then boom, I hit 29,  had a kid and my teeth started falling apart. Of course he was totally worth it but wow, this was with me taking prenatals and not drinking soda. Sure when I was depressed I didn’t brush my teeth, but that was only for like a month.

Anywho, so I went to the dentist yesterday so she could finish it up before I lose my insurance. It seemed they were intent on trying to give me a panic attack. First the dentist pops on the crown says “OH WOW,” and I’m thinking WHAT, WHAT! OMG! WHAT! But she was just in awe of how it “fit perfectly”. Then I went to pay and they were like, "This costs blah blah blah twice as high as we agreed on," and I’m like what? Is that with insurance figured in? And she was like , “Lolz it's actually half that price.”



And people wonder why they don’t like going to the dentist.

A least Colorectal Doctors have a better sense of humor, "We can cancel that follow-up if you don't feel like you need to talk about your butt in two months." Sadly for him I always want to talk about my butt. 




*Ok, maybe some drilling but not the lame kind HI OH!


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Here We Go, Go, Go on an Adventure!

What is big and blue and sitting in our garage. A minivan! We are on our way. Luckily I don't think we have to flip any thing-a-ding or whatever that darn cat says to get it to acceleration.




I fear the party days are truly over.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Diaper Diaries


As I've mention in a previous post I worked for a few years at a day care and have a son who is a little over one year old. This means that I have dealt with my share of diaper disasters.

I would like to share with you some of my favorite/least favorite, omg so gross moments.



The Escapee

This happens when the child in question no longer feels that they should be subjected to the fetters of contained poop or pee and makes a run for it. This may occur either mid-diaper change or after said child masters the tabs of the diaper. It can be difficult to chase them as you might be laughing very hard at their little bottom or you might feel like tearing your hair out and bursting into tears. It all depends on the number of times this occurs in a day and/or if you are having a just need to go to the drug store to get the happy pills before it closes and will you please come back here so I can put that diaper on right now, moment.




The Artful Pooper

The world is a canvas and anything that spreads well is paint. And you just had to feed the beast tacos last night.




The Car Seat Disaster

While not actually comparable to the Titanic, it can seem that way when one is travelling down an interstate, far from running water and hears the dreaded wet fart noise of poo defying the laws of gravity. The smell wafting from the back seat will indeed remind one of biological weapons or chemical spills. And like Lady Macbeth, the car seat will never come clean, no matter how many wipes you use.

P.S. I would recommend leaving the soiled romper on the side of the highway to rot but that’s not fair to any small animals or hobos that might wander into the area.






The Fountain of Doom

Newborn babies like to pee, poo, eat and sleep. But they LOVE peeing when they are not wearing a diaper.  For those of you with newborn girls this may mean a table flood for those of use with boys it means a shooting contests with no clear winners. The pee will literally get everywhere and the range is impressive. Especially if farting is involved, it’s like a jet pack for pee delivery. Due to my c-section we were pretty much spending most of our time in the Badger’s room and had a very clear line of where it was safe to place tables, books, toys. We occasionally broke the rules, like when I had to wrap a wedding gift for a cousin. We placed the remaining paper on the floor to change Badger’s diaper and but it was unknowingly in the fire zone. The Instructor tried to rescue it by kicking it away but it only managed to become more soaked. I can still here that spatter of the poor paper being destroyed.


The Quick Look-See

This is to check if there is poop in the diaper before you tackle the baby/toddler onto the diaper changing station of your choice. This may be a lifesaver but if you have a back poo situation you will spend some time dry heaving and trying to get your fingernails clean.


The Smell-Test

Better than the Look-See in that your likelihood of unknowingly touching poo is reduced (unless there was a silent leak, until this moment oddly odour-free poo) But it is kind of weird and you are likely to get kicked in the face.




The Mystery Poo

You don’t see it coming; you don’t smell it coming, but suddenly  there is a turd in your living room or bathroom or bedroom. Where did it come from? You check the diaper and it is weirdly poo smear-free. You silently cry as you clean your carpet (or if you are lucky tile). This unfortunate event actually happened at the daycare one day after nap. It resulted in the lock down and the need to decontaminate an entire room. I almost quit that day.





The Tub Poo

This work of art is difficult to contain and results in a long term decontamination effort. It is slightly better if done in the baby tub, you might be helpless to stop it but at least you can rinse the child and dump the tub water in the toilet. With older children, especially with more than one in the tub, you get the same effects of the mystery turd, but with more screaming and having to fish it out a-la-Caddy Shack.

The Escape from The Floor

Badger will literally twist himself around so he can gain leverage from the floor and push out of my arms while I’m holding onto his ankles. He is like a road runner when he doesn’t want his diaper on.


Again thanks for reading and enjoy the bonus comics.






Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Fashion

My 8 year old dream self.
What I might look like in reality.


When I was a child I wanted to be many things. A ballerina, like my Barbie, an artist because I liked to draw and tell stories, a race car driver because of this movie (Heart Like a Wheel) and I wanted to look a certain way too.


I loved watching 80’s sitcoms like Designing Woman and Cheers and longed to dress up like the woman did when they had a fancy party. You know big hair, black sequin dresses, and serious heels.

I now realize many of the women I thought were so glamorous sort of resembled drag queens. But it was the 80’s and early 90’s, so it was all good. I mean I had shoulder pads when I was 8!

Now that it appears black sequins are back in vogue (oh the sparkles) it seems that my dream might be realized. Sure I might end up looking a little more Delta Burke than skinny, but I girls got to flaunt what she’s got.





easter candy

I gave up candy for Lent. If you didn’t give up anything I’m not judging. It was totally my choice and my sacrifice and I believe to each their own.





It was difficult Lenten season for three reasons:

1. I got some bad news and when I get bad news I need chocolate.

2. I didn’t really give up much last year due to the fact I just had a baby and I was in a special wacky places called PPD.

3 I was trying hard to be good because I felt I should really try to test my limits this year.

Well, Saturday night we could finally have sweets again (The Instructor also gave up sweets) and we end up mauling a piece of birthday cake. Then we had candy and a little more cake and some bread pudding and a little more cake. I also went on a discount candy run to Walgreens on my break at work. I’m in sugar-buzz-land and might have given myself diabetes. *




Oh, chocolate... why do you have to taste so sweet? Guess I should probably work on having some more will power. In the mean time I’ll be sitting here twitching.

Badger Baby also enjoyed Easter, he found the chocolate to be confusing at first but after he tasted it his eyes got all big. A friend also got him a basket (which he said tank euuu for)and he was carrying the candy eggs around ( with the foil on) putting them to his mouth and going mmmm guuud, then putting them back in the basket.






*Yes, I’m aware diabetes is no joke to live with, but it is fun to say in a Wilford Brimley voice.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Happy Easter

My little badger may be too old to wear duckies* but he isn’t too big for bunny ears. Oh, the pictures I shall take!


The photos from last year of him in a bunny suit with bunny feet and bunny ears will always be dear to my heart. But I’m looking forward to getting a few action shots this year. 

This isn’t badger baby’s first Easter of course but it is the first when he might be vaguely excited to get a few new toys and a piece of candy. **


We are also more involved in church this year but most of those happenings take place on Saturday night. I’m more concerned about installing values through example than trying to teach meanings this year.


*According to The Instructor, I personally believe there is no age limit on a good duck themed outfit.

**Yes, I give my child candy and ice cream once in a great while. Yet he continues to eat healthy food like parsnips and carrots and apples and baaananas.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Snot Diaries


BB and I have colds. Not terrible, mind altering, crawl under the bed and cry illness or anything, just lots of snot and stuffiness and not much sleep.

Mostly it’s annoying to feel like crud and still have to work and do chores and stuff.

So in an effort to lighten my mood, I present to you: THE SNOT DIARIES (shouting for effect).


The String of Yuck
The Double Fount or Fu Man-a-chu

Single Fount

The Snot Bubble