My family was sitting around the table on Friday night, discussing politics. That’s the way it always is when my mom is in town. She was all agog because my stepdad is going to meet Obama when he comes to town for the re-opening of the all-new green Johnson Controls building. I mean, he’s the mayor, so, of course he’ll be there. We poked a little fun…asking if he was going to show up with his “I canvassed for Kennedy button” because canvassing for the Kennedys? It’s THE story he likes to tell. Even my kids are all “zaydie is super cool…because THE KENNEDYS!”
(and even though my kids were born on Canadian soil AND they might drop a pass-ta bomb from time to time, they are American. and they say “zee” and not “zed”)(they may use “eh?” correctly and they may wear toques in the winter, but they never use “phone” as a verb or say sore-ey)(and they might say that they are in grade 1 and grade 2, but they never ever say washroom instead of bathroom)
so, sure, we poke fun, but mostly we are pretty friggin’ jealous. anyway, the subject switched to the more serious side of politics…and just as I was about to fall asleep in my soup getting bored, Emily stands up, and announces:
“Okay! Let’s go around the table and everybody has to say what their favorite pie is!!”
Oh, she is 100% mine. through and through.
(hers is lemon meringue. mine is pumpkin. by the by)
I am now, officially, the flossing nazi at our house. I hadn’t been to the dentist in, um, over three years. Actually, I’m fairly certain the last time I was there, I was pregnant with Isabella (she’ll be 4 in August). AND my dentist has retired since then. retired. Well, last week my sick-and-tired-of-listening-to-me-complain-about-not-having-a-dentist husband made me an appointment I finally bit the bullet and got me a brand spanking new dentist.
and you want to know what the very WORST part of going to the dentist is (you know, other than the whole drooling onto a bib thing?)?? the giant contraption they have to put in your mouth to take the x-rays. and when you haven’t been to the dentist in a while, they need to take, oh, about 87 xrays.
seriously…I’d rather have a root canal than try to bite down on one of these fuckers. Frankly, I’d rather look like this…
well, perhaps not…which brings me back to my point. I am seriously the very worst flosser ever…meaning that um, I, well, I don’t. BUT, oh wise dentist of mine taught me a very fancy trick. keep your floss in the shower and make it part of your showering routine, which totally works for me, because, as it is, I already brush my teeth in the shower (stop judging). So, that’s that. A really long way to tell you that I am flossing my teeth every day for the first time ever. It’s the little things in life that excite me.
even the kids are excited…
heh.
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