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AAAaaahhhh. Sleeping babies.

New Glasses-New Perspective

My glasses finally broke on Thursday evening. They were on their last legs, or should I say arms, for some time now. So, of course, all of the eye clinics that accept our insurance were not same day appointments. So I had to go to a walk-in and pay for appointment and glasses. But it turned out really good because this eye doctor told me something very interesting. This was after I was doing the "3-D" eye test which I failed because I could not see two boxes only one. He seemed very puzzled and almost acted like I was just not paying attention to his directions because I couldn't see it. So, a little later on I was explaining that I had eye surgery when I was nine because I had started wearing glasses at age 1 because I had a lazy eye, yada, yada, yada. So, and this is the interesting part- he says, "That explains why you couldn't see the boxes. Your eyes don't work together, so you can't see 3-D. This is typical when you've had a lazy eye. " (FYI, a lazy eye is when one of the eyes will turn inward or outward. I had muscles clipped in both eyes to correct this problem when I was 9- no, not a pleasant experience.) HELLO! Thank you for explaining a huge mystery in my life! I never could figure out why I couldn't see those images in those 3-D puzzle books that came out a few years ago. And it totally affects depth perception. I'm so reIieved to know this. I always just thought I was lousy at sports that you had to hit a ball with something like tennis or softball. But now I know that it's just my eyes! And dh cannot tease me anymore because I cannot catch the keys when he tosses them at me and I miss- every time! Man, I wish someone would have told me this sooner!

Monday Musings

Tristan, my 2 and 1/2 year old got a Mr. Potato head for Christmas last year. You know the one with the trap door where you store all the parts. Well, the trap door kept coming off and he'd tell me, "Mom, fix it. The butt came off." So, one day when his pants were falling down, he said, "Mom! My butt's came off!"

Monday Musings

When Tyler was maybe 5 or 6 I had made dinner, I don't even remember what it was, but Tyler certainly liked it. He looked at me and said, "Mom, you are the great cookest!" It's been our little joke around here since then that if someone makes something especially well, then they are the great "whatever"-est.

Monday Musings

When Bethany was 3, and asked me anything, if anyone else would answer she'd look at them and say, "I'm asking to MOM!"
When Timothy was about 3 and asked me anything, if anyone else answered he'd say, "I'm talking to the GIRL Mom!"

Renaissance Festival

The kids and I went to the annual Renaissance festival held north of Charlotte today. We had a great time. We had the "priviledge" of watching a sword swallower which had everyone freaked out for the rest of the day, and a cool jousting tournament. Brittany bought a pretty feather fan to replace the one the little girls tore up from last time :( The boys still have their wooden swords and shields and daggers from last time. (Dad just had to buy them "for the boys".) The only bad side was the traffic to get in . We went 6 miles in 45 minutes! David didn't go because he wasn't feeling well. :( So, yes, I braved the fest alone with all 7. I did run into a few friends.

At least we weren't a "show stopper" this time. The first time we came to the fest the royal procession was making it's way down the path. I saw them and I knew what was coming. David had left me standing there with the kids while he was off getting a drink or something so I was on my own.

The procession stopped right in front of us and the King said (to me), "My! Do all of these children belong to you? A regular baby factory!" After the Queen firmly planted her elbow into her Majesty's ribcage, she said, "You have a most beautiful family!" And as we exchanged smiles, the royal procession went on its way.

Farewell until the morrow. I bid thee good eventide. (Translation: Bye!)

Monday Musings

Back on the Fourth of July this year we went to our local army base to watch fire works. On the way over I noticed dh's tire was low (we take two vehicles if we have to go across town because we don't all fit in the van anymore) and so he asked all the kids if they had any change for the tire machine. None of them did except for Tristan (2 and 1/2). He said, "I've got money for you Dad!" and pulls out his wallet and gives Dad his only penny. It was soooooo sweeeet!