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Rob had his wisdom teeth removed yesterday, and I've been caught up in following the discharge information sheet to the letter: installing and removing gauze pads, administering ice packs, handing out doses of pain medicine and antibiotics (and writing down the time of those doses so I don't forget), serving up cold foods, and of course, eating those same cold foods sympathetically.

I wouldn't want him to have to eat ice cream all by his lonesome.

Hopefully my numerous trips up and down the stairs are counter-acting the eating.

He's in some pain, but other than a comment here or there he hasn't really complained...or even whimpered, which I think I would be doing in the same situation.

He also reports that it's possible to grow tired of eating ice cream.

I may try to get a photo of the teeth later- the top two were removed intact, but the bottom two they had to bust up. The girls were impressed by the teeth when they returned home from an overnight stay at Grandma and Grandpa's last night. Look at the size of the roots!

Oooh, do you think the tooth fairy came?

As I was taking E3 through the food line, she uttered the funniest thing I heard on July 4th:

Me: E3, do you want some beans?

E3: Are they porkin?

I wonder if the bowlers dress like that?

And for Dana's penchant for flinging away the negative, we saw this in Mansfield, MO.:

A Trebuchet for Dana - I hope it's the right size!

E1 lost her first something-or-other* molar tonight, while we were at the home of Rob's cousin the (former) dental hygienist and her husband the dental surgeon.

It's been bothering her for a couple of weeks now, and the gums above it were becoming irritated - so much so that she was periodically using Anbesol to help relieve the pain. If you've ever tasted Anbesol (the regular formula, not the junior or baby kind..although the junior and baby flavors are nasty too) you understand how desperate she was for pain relief.

I kept telling her that once it came out the pain would stop, but she continued to decline Rob's offers of assistance by pliers.

Tonight, when she mentioned that her tooth was looser than ever, I told her that K & D would be especially excited if she lost that tooth at their house. My suggestion that D had professional pliers experience was met with an eye roll.

Moments later, as she was helping clean up pool toys, she rushed over to show me the lost tooth. K & D did not disappoint in their enthusiasm over the lost tooth, as E1 showed off the lump of enamel.

Now she sleeps...will the tooth fairy find her tonight even if she's not in her own bed?


* D told us what molar it is, but I don't remember and I'm too lazy to Google it.

I wish that was what was causing our crappy internet connection.

Slower.

Than.

Dial-up.

Rob says we're turning off the computers when we go on vacation so they can think long and hard about their behavior.

It's been weeks since I've read all of my blogs in one day - and I don't have THAT many that I read. It's just so achingly slow to wait for a site to download...I walk away and come back 30 minutes later and it's often not finished downloading, OR there's an IE error.

I'm receiving emails, but the ones I send bounce back like rubber balls.

I mean, how am I supposed to be able to come here and share E3's theory of fart love (she farts on me because she loves me) with you all if I can't even get to my dashboard?