Monday, Monday...

Here I go once again trying to blog. There are so many precious moments that I want to remember forever. The problems are many: I am not very eloquent, I don't think well after 8 o'clock, and life is so busy...but here goes.

Today Molly and I had a fun day spending time with Tata and Scotty. We went to Target, got Toy Story Toys on clearance, and don't forget the Icee and Popcorn! We had lunch at Chipotle...yum. Then we were off to South Park. We had a few places to go and things to get, but mostly just time to kill before picking up "Stee" from school. Molly loves to go into Pottery Barn Kids and "play." We were in there "playing" and Kathryne told Molly and Scotty that it was time to leave. Molly looked up at her and said, "But Tata, I thought we were going to do lunch?" We both fell out laughing. We had to remind her that we had already 'done lunch'...she just didn't eat anything!

I think the reason that I find this so hard is that I feel the need to write about everything. Every day is filled with stories I want to remember...like the big boys fitting into the already full car with back packs and golf clubs; me forgetting to make arrangements for George...AGAIN! Thank you Sam for not reporting me. Like, Stevens reading well and answering her comprehension questions almost all on her own! And like Molly pulling out the yard sale piano game and composing and writing "love songs to Bubbie." She would play and sing them on the piano, then "write" them on her note pad, and run to the play room and give them to Bubbie. I heard him say in the sweetest tone, "Thank you Molly. I love you too. You are the best little sister ever." Melt my heart.

Of course all good things must come to and end. Just as I was getting supper to the table, Molly fell smack on her mouth and bumped her teeth back. She cried and cried. I wanted to vomit. We called Dr. Chuck and he said to wait until tomorrow and bring her in for x-rays. I am still sick as I sit here 3 hours later. I know that it is not a big deal in the grand scheme of things but she looks different and that makes me sad. She has always had and overbite that was accentuated by her sucking the paci. When she smiles her two front teeth stick out over her bottom lip and now the don't. I feel like I have lost a piece of her baby look. I know that is crazy but I am sad. Brian just came down to say that she is in her bed crying and wants medicine to make it feel better... gotta go!