This morning I went to our stake enrichment presentation of the ten virgins. It was so fantastic and uplifting. I related to many of the women and their stories. It gave me a lot to think about and things I definitely need to work on to continually keep my lamp lit. I also had the chance to have a great conversation with an amazing person. It was just a great morning.
When I got home, I just had to laugh because of the scene I walked into. Kevin and Novalie were practicing karate moves on each other. Novalie a little more aggressively than Kevin. There were fruit snacks wrappers, chips, soda, hostess pie wrappers…..
I said, “so, you didn’t go to the movie?” (there is a children’s movie series going on at one of the theatres that her school sold tickets for, today the movie was Space Chimps)
“No, we went,” was Kevin’s reply.
And then I had to laugh again because ONLY a Dad would take their daughter out looking like this….
Shirt backwards, pants (2 sizes too small) backwards, halloween socks and her hair is sticking straight up from the front pony (you can’t tell too much in the picture, but trust me it is) and her hair was in knots and not combed. AND she was wearing every necklace and bracelet that she owns (which is A LOT). She had taken those off before I snapped the picture.
It really made me laugh and I was so thankful that they had that precious time to spend together despite the fact that she looked like an orphan child.
Here are the top 3 reasons why I hate going the doctor, in no specific order.
1. When the nurse pokes her head out of the door to the waiting room and calls my name. They never, ever, EVER say my name correctly. It is not entirely their fault, most people don’t know how to get the accent above the e. The one that kills me the most is when they call out, “door.” Every head in the waiting room turns to see who could possibly have the name “door.” First of all, come on people, seriously, “door?” Who in the world would name their kid “door?” Second of all, if you have to make a guess, wouldn’t “dori” be a much better guess than “door?” Seriously, nurses, you make me nervous. (I don’t know why I put door in parenthesis, it just seemed right).
2. Getting weighed. I really don’t want to know how much I weigh. I already know it is too much. And why do they always say, “no, you can keep your shoes on.” I mean they are 99% of the time women who should understand that the weight of your shoes does matter! That 1/2 pound, matters! I always take mine off even if they look annoyed that I am wasting their time. Well guess what, you just wasted my time for how long I had to wait in the waiting room. Deal with it. I am taking the 1/2 pound.
3. When the nurse leaves the room and says, “get undressed and put this robe on.” Okay, I hate this! I sit there and go back in forth in my mind. Do I have to get birthday suit undressed or can I leave some things on? How undressed does the doctor need me to be? Can I just take my shirt off? What if the doctor comes in and I have taken way too much off? It makes me sweat. I never have good judgement in situations like this. I usually leave feeling mortified.
Novalie lost tooth #2 today! The tooth fairy gets to come again! Hooray!
Yesterday, Novalie and I stopped by Dissmore’s after her swimming lessons. We were headed to the check-out and the florist walks up to us with a bouquet of flowers. She says, “you girls look like you could use some flowers today, so take these flowers, they are free and they are just because flowers.” I was speechless. We really did need flowers yesterday (well, I did) and it is good to know there is still kindness out there in the world. So, thank you to the Dissmore’s florist. You made our day!
Last night, we all sat at the kitchen table working on different things. It was relaxing and pleasant. Kevin was reading, “The Iliad & The Odyssey.” Novalie was coloring up a storm. And I was working on some new hair bows for Novalie.
Yes, Novalie lost her first tooth! It is sad and exciting at the same time. Sad because she is growing up and exciting because well, it is her FIRST tooth that she has lost. Any “first” is exciting. After church, she showed me how loose it was and all day she wanted me to wiggle it and she couldn’t leave it alone. It was really loose, just barely hanging on. She finally let me take a tissue and take it out. I just wiggled it back and forth once and it was out. She was so excited about it and couldn’t wait to show David and Tamsin, her teacher and all her friends at school today. She even got a “I lost my first tooth” sticker from her teacher. She put it in an envelop and wrote tooth fairy on it and put it under her pillow. And yes, the tooth fairy did come! She got $1 from the tooth fairy. I love these sorts of things, it was all so fun and exciting. The pictures are kinda funny because when Novalie smiles she has a complete overbite, so you can never see her bottom teeth, so she had to open her mouth and the lighting makes her face look funny.
This is right after.