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Thumb suckers anonymous

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Ella had her very first dentist appointment and not surprisingly, the first thing they noticed was that she is a thumb sucker.

“What have you tried to do to stop her thumb sucking?” they asked (or maybe a better word would be drilled.) I felt mildly defensive, especially since they’d just seen Carson and were so perplexed that a four-year-old was so afraid of the dentist. How odd, indeed!

“Well, I, uh, well…I haven’t really tried anything. I mean, I know she needs to stop and that it’s affecting her teeth, but she’s not even three. I don’t think she really understands,” I managed to say.

Separately the hygienist and the dentist told me some ways I could encourage Ella to give up the thumb, so lucky for me I got to hear their suggestions twice. Maybe they thought if they both told me, I’d be twice as likely to follow through?

Thumb guards, tape, some paint-on stuff for her thumb that tastes gross, and putting Tabasco Sauce on her thumb were all suggested. “Really??,” I wanted to say. “REALLY? You think it’s okay to put TABASCO SAUCE on a not even three-year-old’s thumb??”

It doesn’t sound like it, but I do really like this dentist and his staff. They are kind and patient, the exam area is bright and kid friendly. I just had a hard to time heeding their suggestions once they mentioned Tabasco, because I just think that’s so mean. Before I had kids, I internally gasped at children who sucked their thumbs and used pacifiers. “Terrible parenting,” I’d grumble to myself, conveniently forgetting that I sucked my thumb until I was eight and have great parents. I probably wouldn’t have bristled at the suggestion of Tabasco to extinguish the evil known as thumb sucking before it was suggested for my sweet, darling girl.

I imagine Ella’s future will include many hours spent in the orthodontist’s chair, tears will be shed over the pain of braces. Tate and I have quietly discussed how expensive her teeth will mostly likely be. As a former Speech-Language Pathologist, I know that sometimes thumb sucking can be detrimental to speech sound development. WE KNOW! Her teeth are messed up! It’s because she sucks her thumb! We know she needs to stop!

So far, Ella’s speech is perfectly fine. She has a few errors, but they are age-appropriate. Also? She’s NOT EVEN THREE. It’s hard for me to get myself too worked up about changing her thumb sucking behavior when I know that she’ll eventually give it up without me slathering her thumb in Tabasco and burning her mouth.

We return to the dentist in six months and he will be expecting that we’ve actually done something about Ella’s thumb sucking. No, we won’t be going the Tabasco route (we’ll wait until she’s at least 3 1/2 for that. Ha!). Tate suggested a lobotomy for Ella since they have such a proven track record, or just removing her thumb all together. (Ha, ha, very funny.)

I’m not so sure that we’ll be doing anything drastic to encourage her to stop, aside from talking about how “big, three-year-old girls don’t suck their thumbs!”

Notice anything different about me?

giant zit

I know you can’t see it very well, but do you like my purple shirt? I got it because it makes me think of Maddie.

What about the glasses on my head? It’s a bad picture of my glasses, but they are aviator sunglasses. OHMommy told me they were all the rage this season and I tend to listen to her when it comes to matters of fashion. Tate calls me Poncherello whenever I wear them, but WHATEVER, I look totally cool AND I get to pretend I’m an honorary CHiP.  OHMommy also said that she’d be wearing more earrings to show off her cute new haircut and since _I_ have a cute new haircut, I’m following her lead on the earrings.  Pretty sassy, huh!?

Oh and I’m having a little issue with GIGANTIC ZITS INVADING MY FACE.  You probably didn’t even notice, but I figured I better say something lest you think I had some sort of tumor or alien growing on my cheek.  All I can say is, thank goodness for concealer. Too bad my Ponchorello sunglasses don’t cover it up.

You might be able to get this express shipped, but only if you’re really, really lucky

red fox urine

I suppose only hunters and spouses of hunters can truly appreciate giving a loved one fox urine for Christmas.

This gift made Tate disturbingly excited.  Apparently it’s very difficult to find and “thanks” to his mom and dad’s Christmas shopping diligence, he now is the proud owner of fox urine.

So I guess in this case it’s appropriate to say, “Merry Pissmas?”

If you’re getting desperate and need to buy some super fab gifts for the hunter in your life (and they’re already lucky enough to own their own bottled fox pee), do I have some ideas for you!

Hoo-ahhs and Monkey Butt Powder, or The Butt-Out Tool.

(You can thank me later. *wink*)

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Get yer fox urine right here! (Not SO hard to find…)

Nothing says I love you like a good wipe. Buy them Hoo-Ahhs!

Anti Monkey Butt Powder, for those loved ones with itchy, monkey-like asses!

Buy the much coveted Butt-Out tool here!

Full disclosure…these wonderful products are linked via my Amazon affiliate account.  If I sell enough of these fabulous treasures, I’ll have enough money in six or seven years to buy a can of pinto beans.  Thank you!

Fake robot hamsters

Zhu Zhu pets

My children each received these Zhu Zhu pets as an early Christmas present from their great aunt and uncle.

Surely I’m missing something here?  The most coveted toy of the Christmas season is a fake robot hamster that moos like a cow and can sound like a car horn, amongst many other non-hamster-like sounds…um, why?

Greatly exaggerated

I’ve been a daredevil parent since the beginning.  Soon after Carson was born and back when I still read Parents Magazine, I read that one of his toys had been recalled because the wheels on one of his plush car toys could come off and choke an unsuspecting infant.

You know what I did?  Not a darn thing.  I didn’t even take the death trap toy away from Carson.  He continued to gnaw and gnaw on that toy, defying the odds stacked against him and that toy.  I really enjoyed the added rush of excitement that lingered whenever he played with the toy.

There was also this one time (okay, about twenty times) that I put Carson in his Bumbo seat and placed him high atop a bookshelf while I went out for the afternoon with some girlfriends.  Danger, schmanger.  I figured he was safer up there than on the ground, prey to the dogs.  He was perfectly fine when I returned a few hours later and didn’t even fall out until I got home!

Once when Ella was a baby, I let her ride in her carseat on top of the roof of my car, just to let her get some fresh air.  We rode around, I took her out on the highway to pick up some speed and really let her feel the wind in her wisps of hair.  The only truly dangerous thing I did was not putting socks on her wee little baby feet.  Poor girl was freezing when I retrieved her.  I’m lucky she didn’t catch a cold.

At the beginning of the summer, I signed both kids up for knife juggling.  They didn’t really show any real talent for the sport and weren’t making any progress so I cancelled the lessons.  They started practicing on their own and really started to show improvement.  Nothing like getting sliced a few times to really teach them!

This pattern of dangerous parenting has continued.  Why, just yesterday at Target, an employee stopped us to reprimand me for allowing Carson to ride standing up on the back of the cart.  She warned me that children END UP IN THE HOSPITAL by such careless acts by parents.

It’s a good thing she taught me something about safety and parenting.   I think I really have a lot to learn.

(Portions of this post were either fabricated and/or greatly exaggerated. The part about Target? 100% true.)

Balls!

Scrotum turkey

I just wanted to wish you balls all a very Happy balls Thanksgiving! I hope your turkey is moist balls, your family is balls well, and that your Thanksgiving centerpiece doesn’t remind you of anything balls.

Happy Turkey Balls Day!

Today’s lesson: Some people are assholes

I just had to explain to my heartbroken four year old son why the woman pushing two kids about his age in a double stroller in front of our house didn’t say “hello” to us, even after we said “hello” and waved.

“Mommy?  Why didn’t they come over?  I wanted to play with them,” confused, Carson asked as tears began to fill his eyes.

I wanted to say, “Carson, I’m so sorry, sweetie.  I don’t know why some people are assholes.  They just are.  They are the type of people we should throw rocks at.  The next time they walk past our house I’ll scream ‘HELLO!  HELLO!’ until she replies like a civil human being.”

Instead I hugged him and told him that they probably didn’t hear us saying “hello.”  Carson looked up at me with an expression on his face that told me he wasn’t buying it.  (Because seriously, we were standing at the end of the driveway saying “hello” and waving.  There was no way we went unheard or unseen!)

“Well maybe they were in a hurry to get home or maybe they were really shy,”  I explained again.   Quickly I tried to redirect his attention to shiny, happy objects so that he wouldn’t cry and so that I wouldn’t let it slip how I really thought we should chase the lady down and ask her what her damn problem was.

People who can’t return simple human courtesies, such as saying “hello,” completely confuse me.    Sadly, it’s not the first time it’s happened.

It broke my heart to see my son look at me with such excitement to see potential playmates! in our neighborhood! walking right toward us!, only to be completely ignored.  How can you ignore two adorable little kids waving and saying “hello???”  What is wrong with people?

Oh right!  Some people are just assholes.

(These are the people we’re supposed to pray for, right?)