Category Archives: Girls
Sarah Bearah
Seriously,
She is my very best helper
she quickly obeys
everyday her room is cleaned and her
bed made
she even makes her little sisters bed
so her room is done all the way.
My beautiful
wonderful
intense
Sarah
life wouldn’t be the same without you
I thank my
Heavenly Father
that he let me be your mother.
A Tooth Tale
(here she is before the dentist appointment, you can’t see the color change very well, but you can see the broken tooth)
Last week we noticed a big, pus filled bump on her gum right above the broken tooth. I took her to a neighbor who is a dental hygienist and she told me it was an abscess and that we were OK to wait until Monday when we had an appointment with the dentist anyway. On Monday we all trooped into the dentist office (I think we filled the entire waiting room). When the Dentist looked at it he told me that the tooth would have to come out. He numbed her gums really well (he is really cute, he told her to close her eyes and make a wish while he was using the needle, she had no clue what was going on) and got out the big plyer (I can’t spell that word, and spell check can’t figure it out either) thingies and pulled that tooth right out! She gave him the biggest, crustiest look I have ever seen! She didn’t cry until she realized she was bleeding, then was soothed when they gave her a treasure box to put her tooth in! She got even more excited when she remembered that the
tooth fairy
would be coming!
Now when she
smiles
I have to
laugh
she looks like a
toothless
HILL BILLY!
Baptism Day
Her Dad and I assured her that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Later she told me:
“This has been the best day of my life!”
Punk Kid
Today when we started out after lunch and after my kindergartner left for school I decided to stop at sonic for a big ‘ol diet coke with a squirt of vanilla. I was hoping that my 3 year old punk would be asleep, but no such luck. This is the conversation we had as I pulled up to the drive in.
“mama, I get somfin?”
“No honey, only for mama.”
“why!”
“Because you are a punk kid.”
“I no punk kid, I da baba grill.”
“no, really you are just a punk kid.”
“no, I not, I booful grill, I da baba grill!”
(at this time I spy a 99 cent dish of ice cream on the menu and order one along with my big fat diet coke, we pull up to the window and she see the lady hand me the ice cream)
“hey wa dat icreem for?”
“for mama”
“not for me?”
“no”
“why?”
“you are a punk kid.”
“dis punk kid like icreem!”
“she does?”
“ya!”
This is when I hand her the little dish of ice cream and a spoon. You would have thought I had given her diamonds! She made it last the whole shopping trip.
You gotta love those little punks…or “bootiful grills”