Teeth

I had a friend studying to be an orthodontist that said pure-bred people have the best teeth. Our problem here in America is that we’re a bunch of muts, which has led to our need for torturing-teeth-straighteners (aka. orthodontists). See, what happens is that we get English teeth in a Swedish body, or worse yet, Swiss teeth in a French skull. Nordic teeth in a Japanese frame is especially bad. But, when you’re Native American or Chinese or Tongan through and through way back to Adam–it’s really unlikely that your mouth will be full of teeth sticking out every which way with unsightly gaps and overlaps. I think the logic holds true. When was the last time you looked through a National Geographic magazine featuring native Aftrican tribes and saw a bunch of people in loin cloths with horribly crooked teeth? Never!! They smile big beautiful smiles, not only because they are only wearing loin cloths, but because they have perfect white pure-bred teeth.

Well, I’m not pure-bred. Which is okay. I’m pretty happy with the Danish, English, German etc. etc. mixture I got…except for the teeth.

I went to the teeth-straightening-torturer today.

Jonah said this spring:

“Mom, Ethan lives in Dayton.”
“Yep, so do you.”
“NO I DON’T!! I live on Planet Earth.”
“Dayton is on Planet Earth, honey.”
“NO!! I just live on Planet Earth.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, Ethan lives in Dayton–Brenna lives in Night-ton!!”
Then we both laughed our heads off!

Sabath day :)

It was beautiful out today. We took a nice family walk and all three kids fell asleep. Brenna and Jonah zonked out in the stroller and Barry wore Logan in the Baby Bjorn. The sun was shining, a nice breeze was blowing, and the temperature was in the mid 70s. The winds are definitely changing here in Ohio and fall is in the air. It is beautiful.

When we walked back up to our house there was something wrong…our mailbox was knocked down. We had noticed police cars up the street and commented on how strange that was, but as we were standing inspecting our broken mailbox one of the cars backed up towards us. The policeman inside told us that our neighbors a couple doors down had a domestic dispute, the man reached into the woman’s car, put it in drive, let it roll away, and told her to go catch it. Our mailbox stopped it and then the woman caught up with it. I am so thankful we were not just playing out in the driveway riding bikes like we often do on Sundays. It is so lucky that no one got hurt, no homes were run into…why would anyone do that? How sad to live like that and be so angry that you would act to recklessly and irrationally. I am so thankful for my family!!! I am so thankful for a good stable kind, loving husband who will never send my car down the street without a driver…MY GOODNESS!

I need to write down Logan’s stats before I forget…at 2 months old he is now 14 lbs. 5 ozs. and 25 inches long. When he was born he was at about the 75th percentile for height and weight–now he’s off the chart!! Where do I get these huge babies? They grow like weeds!! My neck and shoulders are killing me from lugging Logan around all day at the Wool Gathering yesterday, he’s getting so heavey. I am fitting into my skinny jeans though (I can’t wait to fit into my skinniest)–I guess that’s why my babies get so fat, they suck it all off me. I shouldn’t complain (until I stop nursing and gain it all back).

A Wool Gathering

A year ago I walked through the tents on the grounds of Young’s Dairy longing for a spinning wheel so that I could do the magic of turning fluff into yarn. Well, I couldn’t afford a spinning wheel, but when I got home I figured out how to make a drop spindle out of a wooden car wheel and a dowell, got some wool off of ebay and went to town. Two rabbits, a monthly fiber group get-together, and many skeins of yarn later, I’m a happy spinner who had a booth in a tent at the Wool Gathering on the grounds of Young’s Dairy and sold every single spindle I made to sell!! I put Logan in the “pod” under the table while he slept and helped other people learn how to spin. It was a great time and I’m excited that it went so well. Barry did so much to help me. I wish everyone in the world could have a husband like him and feel so loved–he puts his all into something if he knows it means a lot to me. Thank you Barry…