Since Cassidy has returned from three weeks at her fathers we’ve had to do the “retraining of the manners.” *sigh* She has picked back up the habit of getting our attention with the “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom” or “Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben” technique. She fires it at you in rapid succession like a woodpecker tapping at the inner depths of your brain.

After telling her several times in the car on the way to eat and then sitting at the table to: Be Patient, Say Excuse Me, and Wait… she was just not getting it. After telling her once and having her say, “Ben, Ben, Ben” not a minute and a half later he calmly looked at her and said, “Okay, no movie for you tonight.”

Now, I hate punishing her. I do, and I understand why it has to be done but a lot of the time I think I feel worse for punishing her than she does for receiving it. That is until I realize that she’s MUCH too smart to NOT be getting the rapid-firing-of-the-name rule. How do I know she’s to smart? Well, let me tell you.

I, feeling guilty that she was not going to get to watch the movie and while watching her eyes light up at the mear mention of dessert, decided to give her a choice on the punishment she received. We were eating at La Milpa. La Milpa happens to make the BEST flaun in the entire Universe. Yes people, THE FUCKING UNIVERSE.

This conversation followed:

Me: How about this? You can decide which punishment you receive. You can watch the movie and not eat dessert or you can get dessert but not watch the movie. You decide.
Cassidy: So you aren’t getting dessert?
Me: I am most certainly getting dessert.
Cassidy: But you said you were full.
Me: I am NOT too full for the best flaun in THE UNIVERSE. I am full. And I am getting dessert.
Cassidy: Welllll… How about THIS? What if I don’t eat my quesadilla, but DO get dessert THEN I can watch the movie because I’m still not eating something! *hopefull gleam in her eye*
Ben: *laughing*
Me: That was a VERY nice try. And while I have to give you a lot of credit for being very smart and coming up with what you thought was a fair compromise, it ain’t gonna happen. Dessert or the movie.
Ben: You have three seconds to decide. One… Two…
Cassidy: Fine! I’ll watch the movie.

Smart. Smart enough that she hasn’t pecked my brain all day.

It’s still in the healing stage but I took the time to shave today so hear ya go.

And for those of you who don’t know what the first one looks like.

Now I just need to get some stars somewhere and I’ll be happy. I’m not sure where yet. The lotus that Danielle got on her forearm came out really cute but I know better than to get them on a place that I can’t cover. So I’m thinking on the upper part of my right shoulder blade so I can show it off with a tank top on but still be able to cover it.

Papa’s are magical…

I’ve had this reoccurring problem with my teeth: my molars are coming in. As they’ve grown out they’ve done so in spurts. It hurts for a few days, three or four at the most, and I’m only able to open my mouth big enough to get one finger in there… then it stops. Every time this happened I’d swear that the next time I’d go to get them removed.

Well, it’s the next time. I first noticed they were getting sore two Wednesday’s ago while stuffing an over filled yummy totally delicious smothered in dad’s homemade red chili taco in my mouth. It wasn’t bad, just a bit painful to open all the way… By Sunday afternoon I was barely able to open my mouth large enough to snack on a PB&J sandwich at California Adventure. Now usually this is the point where the pain starts to subside. So on the way home I’m thinking that Monday morning I’ll get up and although I’ll be extrememly exhausted, I’ll be able to eat.

And then Monday morning came and when I woke up I went to stretch my jaw and it popped so hard I thought I had broken it in half. Just thinking about that pop makes me shudder. After that it got progressively worse till THIS Wednesday when I ate scrambled eggs for breakfast and nothing else all day just beacuse I didn’t want to MOVE my jaw..

Last night it finally started to subside. I was able to get a chicken taco in there today. Although the pain is pretty much gone, I’m still not able to open my mouth much bigger then the width of my finger. The molars are coming in pointing pretty much straight back so it feels like I constantly have food stuck back there and the inside of my cheek is pretty raw.

I’ve called the three oral surgeons the dentist recommended and that are covered by my insurance and the SOONEST appointment is Monday… and that’s just the 15 minute pre-surgery consult. I have to get an appt for the surgery AFTER that. I was hoping I could make the surgery appt for next Friday that way I’d have all weekend to recover but there’s no way I can go that long. I hardly ate yesterday and today.

I really get kinda freaked out about being put to sleep. It’s a total control issue. They can remove all my teeth and glue them to my forehead and I’ll just be laying there drooling and snoring and probably farting in my sleep. Nope, don’t like it at all.

Cassidy is insisting on going to the first appointment with me because she’s wanting to ask the surgeon if I can keep the teeth for the tooth fairy. heh

I just finished it about an hour ago. There are people still reading it so I’ll probably write a post and hold off on posting it till everybody is finished.

I cried. It was sad. I get too emotionally attached to characters in books. *sigh*