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A real Dad Moment…of fear.

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Sooo…
Oldest and I are getting ready to go the the Dentist. She is is getting a cavity filled.
That doesn’t worry me so much, as I have complete faith in Dr. Nilfa. (I just know she swears like a drunken sailor as soon as her last patient is gone…)
But for some reason, I’m afraid of how Oldest will react to the nitrous. I think it’s because I’ve never had it…not even recreationally. I’m also worried about what she’ll be like when the silly gas wears off, as Oldest is kind of a pain weanie. Not that I expect her to be Ahnold or anything, but she screams like someone has stuck an icepick in her ear when she gets her toenails cut.

Like when facing a wild dog, I’m trying not to show my fear, lest it be contagious.

On top of that, I’ll be leaving Smallest one with a sitter for the first time. I’m pretty sure all will be well. I’ll be setting them up with Aardman’s Wallace and Gromit flick; “The Curse of the WereRabbit”. It’s Beanie’s fave movie ever (yet…). And she adores the folks that’ll be with her. So she should be all set, but still…

A dad must worry. It’s part of the job.

Update:


Oldest one did wonderfully! The only thing that went wrong was that we ran into stupid traffic for no reason and were a bit late. She can’t wait for her appointment next week!

Smallest one did ver’ well with the SueHawk duo of sitters. I believe we will be availing ourselves of their services again in the future.

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The quiet before the storm.

It’s fairly quiet right now. Kids are watching Sesame Street, and “reading” People Magazine. Um, Psycho-Momia, where did that come from?

I have 2 days left with WFM, and I’m not looking forward to either of them. The next seven days get a bit Crazy around here, and I’d so like some downtime before it all breaks loose, but that’s not in the cards. Grammy and her… “other” are coming towards the end of the week as one of Psycho-Momia‘s cousins is getting hitched over the weekend. I like my MIL, and love having her here. It’s just the run-up to her arrival that gets chaotic.

I’m getting ready to grab the girls and head for the big orange box store that sell hardware to get a few items that I need to fix the bed in the “guestroom” (don’t ask…);-) .

I enjoy working with my hands and building/creating things. It’s a good thing too, as I have to work on the attic to Master Bedroom project as well this week. Pray for cool weather, please! There are times though, that repairs and construction frustrate me. I have so many cool ideas running around in my head for everything from toys for the girls, to furniture for the house, to just crazy “art” kind of things – but there’s no time for them, it seems.

Hopefully the new job/life schedule will allow for some energy spent in that direction.

Currently playing in iTunes: Spook Country by William Gibson

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I love it when a plan comes together

So as I previously ruminated, I gave notice to the Unnamed employer on Saturday. In two weeks I shall be unemployed.
And yet, it doesn’t worry me. I have feelers out in several directions, and I know worse comes to worse, I can flip burgers for a bit and still bring in the necessary. Psycho-Momia and I discussed it on Friday, and decided that it was the right thing to do. When I got home from work Friday night, there was an email waiting for me from a company I have a great amount of respect for. I send a blind inquiry to them about twice a year in regards to employment opportunities. They are a widely known company with a dedicated fan base, and are named after a fruit. I saw this email as a sign that I am on the right path.

The demons wonderful children have pushing boundaries left and right. Smallest is doing her best to convince me that she will indeed be the one I have to bail out of jail – probably for something like base jumping. If she’s not climbing on something or standing on something that puts her higher of the ground than any 2 and half year old has any right to be, she’s rummaging through the fridge looking for yogurt.

Oldest, on the other hand, has gotten very timid. Shy with most people, even ones she’s known most of her life. Afraid of Dogs and bugs, to the point that she doesn’t like to go outside to play. Out at a chain pet-store that allows dogs, She freaked out and said she didn’t like dogs. Psycho-Momia asked her something along the lines of “but you liked Candy, didn’t you?” (a cup of context: Candy was our Greyhound who died last fall) She replied “But Mama, that was different!”

It is amazing the speed that they can go from BFF to WFE. Playing quietly, happily to screaming and swinging in less than 2.5 seconds. And, no, we don’t let them watch violent TV or movies. It’s just part of being a kid.

I also just want to give a shout out to a couple of new readers, and old friends – Hey Youngblood! Hey Kev! And you too Guddy, if you show up. Long time no see.

Currently playing in iTunes: Paralyzer by Finger Eleven