Thursday, December 27, 2007

Snippets From Syd; Spitting Condition

Our youngest daughter has a condition that I'm not sure if I should be concerned about or not. I mean, it doesn't currently effect us (really), but I'm thinking it might effect the relationship with, say, her future husband. She has a spitting condition. Yes, you read right, a spitting condition. Not a dirty habit, spitting condition, like you hear from the most vulgar commercial you can imagine (you know the one, I need not expound here), but one never-the-less that is, well, very unique to the little lady to which it belongs. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to explain this because you almost need to hear this to "appreciate" it. Allow me to elaborate...

First of all, when I brush my teeth, I brush, brush, brush, and SPIT. Brush, brush, brush, and SPIT. Rinse, swish, swish, swish, and SPIT. You get the idea, right? I think MOST people brush their teeth like this. I think it's the more common than not this-is-the-way-we-brush-our-teeth societal norm. Well, that's not exactly the norm our six year old adheres to.
When she brushes her teeth it goes something more like THIS. Brush, brush, brush, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT,SPIT,SPIT,SPIT. Brush, brush, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT,SPIT,SPIT,SPIT,SPIT. Rinse, swish, swish, swish, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT, and SPIT. And these musical "spits" that she so delicately performs has a unique sound. A sound like the machine you hear at the batting cage that whirls a baseball at your bat (if you're positioned right) at amazingly high speeds..."pe-tuey". And SOMETIMES, depending on what our day encompassed, we might hear a musical melody out of the ensemble. For instance, if we had watched Annie that day her spits might match the tune you so fragrantly remember to be "Tomorrow". (S-P-I-T...SPIT,SPIT,SPIT,SP-IT...spitspitspit...) I'm NOT kidding. She even looses teeth in this process. She's lost two so far, and thus, the way BOTH of them have left her body.
And the worst part about it (if it's possible), because of how science works, the less 'stuff' she has to spit, the farther it travels. The first spit is assured it's rightful place, appropriately landing in the sink, but the 1124 remaining spits, as the resources are depleted, travel through the air behaving like a sneeze landing everywhere EXCEPT the sink (aka - mirror, faucet, wall, toilet, big sister standing next to her brushing HER teeth [the repercussions of this last destination is a post in and of itself]...).

The Bible tells me not to worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow can take care of itself, but I don't think God thought through the lasting effects this one could have on our little ones future - I think I should be worried! What do think?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Christmas By Flashlight

This is our first year EVER to be by ourselves (no extended family) at Christmas. We could do whatever we wanted with this holiday, no holds barred, so we shook things up a little. After we all, we are 'wild & crazy' folks. Ha! Ha!

My husband and I devised, as seemingly, great plan. We decided to have our Christmas today; presents and the whole enchilada. We want to serve in the community a bit tomorrow, so this was the 'perfect' plan. We, however, did not tell the girls, thinking if they didn't know, we could sleep in hence having our cake and eat it too. NOT!

A little bit of rustling woke us earlier than WE were intending, but we decided to check it out. My husband looked under the door and saw little feet and the illumination from flashlights. Those turkeys were checking out all the goods. When we went out, they were so excited to know - they didn't have to wait another day.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Ali-ism; A Mini Post About Absent-Mindedness

After dinner out last night, I decided to drive, proceeding around the turnabout, which is just a lane that makes a U-turn legal. However, once I turned us around, I forgot why I had originally headed us in that direction. As we all laughed about my absent-mindedness our oldest chimed in and said:

"That's OK mom, I understand, I went into the bathroom today and forgot why I was there. When I returned to my bedroom, I remembered the whole reason I had gone in there was to go to the bathroom."

As, I'm sure you can imagine, I couldn't possibly feel as silly as I had prior to her comment - after all, who could top that, and even-more-so, who would want to try?

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Snippets From Syd; Bless-U's

This morning our youngest, age 6, had a sneezing fit. After the fit was over, nose blown, and all the tears wiped from her cheeks and eyes she looked up and me, giggled and said:

"Boy, that sure was a lot of 'bless you-s', huh?

She is under the impression sneezes are called bless you-s because every time she sneezes we say "bless you" to her.

The sad part is - I don't want to tell her what the legitimate name is. Hey, give me a break, it's not as if she will go the rest of her life without knowing the proper term...her husband will tell her, I'm sure!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Emily's Thoughts on Our Dog's Hips

A friend of our daughters, back in Iowa, made a comment some time ago that has held meaning to this day. You see, we have a Golden Retriever that is not really FAT, but she is built just really big. Her rib cage and her hips are very broad, hence making her look fat. One day she was laying on the floor on her belly (head down between her paws). As this child came through, from behind, she looked over and exclaimed (with total innocence) "ARE THOSE HER HIPS?" We all laughed and to this day we always tease our Golden, asking her if those are her hips, but recently the subject came up in another way.

We were going through town and just in front of us was a truck, to be specific a Ford Duly (not sure of the spelling). Our youngest looked out and exclaimed "ARE THOSE ITS HIPS?". We were reminded of friends and good times as we all marveled at how the back end of this type of truck looks like a broad set of hips. So, Em & Mac, when you are going through town with mom, and you see one of the MANY trucks like this you can think of Ali & Syd the same as we think of you so often. Thanks for the great memories!
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