Ben had two baby teeth pulled this morning to make room for orthodontic maneuvering. Fortunately he's laughing as he drools and slurps yogurt for lunch. I think he'll survive. I'd been dreading this, though, as it dredges up my very least pleasant dental memories. Shots, pliers, the pulling pressure on your jaw, and that cracking sound... mmmmm, good times.
So for those keeping score at home, Ben and Nick spent the first week of summer vacation in North Carolina with Grandpa Tim and Grandma Pat. Highlights included lots of euchre, playing with Amanda and Arnold's kids, hanging with Brennden, helping bury a dead sea turtle, and a little issue with Grandpa Tim's truck.
Steve and I went through a couple days of empty nest symptoms, softened by the annual summer kickoff camp-out at Aldrich's and repeated sit-down dinners at which no one said "eeeeeww. I hate (insert entree or side dish here)." We lived in a cleanish house, and it remained cleanish for several consecutive days. I finally got every shred of laundry done. And then they came home. (and we were glad, even though none of the cleanishness or laundry doneness applies any more.)
They started in on their summer to-do list, which includes dismantling the treehouse (the trees are dead). This is apparently something that can only be done if you hold your tongue just so.
After a whirlwind week of ballgames squeezed between severe thunderstorms we shipped the boys off to Grandma and Grandpa's again and took off for that other great June tradition, the Pine River Rendezvous. I haven't put this year's pictures into any organized format yet, but it was an excellent trip - fun and injury free. Didn't even come close to winning the Cup. But there's always next year.
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