evie stuff, wisdome teeth, etc.

Evie made me laugh before I even got out of bed this morning. She had her morning nummy-nummy and then when she was done, she drew back, patted me on the boob and smiled approvingly at it and said, "how cute!" Now, you could say many things about that particular body part but cute? I don't quite think so. Then again, we are talking about the child who later in the day stuck her nose in the potty, sniffed exuberantly and said, "mmm! poopy!" so I think her ideas about life are a little skewed.

(The potty chair, incidentally, was clean, and I always wash it with soap so I do not believe it actually smelled like anything at all. Thankfully.)

I am having wisdom tooth problems. My right side has been giving me a tremendous amount of trouble, and I can't really bring my teeth together normally because of it..which makes eating painful, and also slow. I think it's at the actual stage of cutting through gum, so it feels raw and chewed-upon. Because I am just that lucky, while I have been dealing with this, I got a fever blister that popped up on the inside of my left cheek. YAY! For a couple of days there, I couldn't chew on my right side OR my left! It was really fantastic. Highly recommend. The fever blister is almost gone finally, and the tooth seems to be improving. It's been over a week of this nonsense and I will be so happy when it settles down. Also, I hope then that I don't end up needing them removed. I have a new theory regarding wisdom teeth, though. I think that they're God's way of reminding parents to be patient with their teething children. Then again, what am I saying? Important research has shown that teething does not actually cause any discomfort to children! Did you know that? I read that in some parenting guide somewhere. Teething does not actually cause anything except maybe drooling. AS IF. I love how some of those arrticles/books are written by people who have clearly had no access to actual children.

We had a good day today. It was nothing special, but we moved from room to room and I actually managed to get a few things done while she played. She also helped me do stuff, which I love. She is getting to the stage where she can actually be helpful, upon occasion. Yesterday, I was hanging clothes up in her room and asked her to go get the four packages of diapers from the living room, and she ran off right away to do it. It took her four trips but she didn't stop until she was done. Most of the time, letting her help is an exercise in frustration, of course, but sometimes it's a lot of fun.

What else? We went to the playground this evening and I had a chain-smoking involved parent tell me his life story in response to the leading question, "How old is he?" Apparently, an interest in the age of a small child is an invitation to explain to strangers that while young Gavin will be two in July, he is actually not your boy, your biological son, that is, because his father isn't around--but he is totally his little boy, his kid, but he has a daughter who's five who actually belongs to him. I mean, look. I have made no secret about the fact that I am bad at small talk. Horrible, really. It is just too much to ask for me to engage in this level of communication with a young man such as him. But I really had no idea what to say to this barrage of information. I am being ungracious. Except for the chain smoking (please don't smoke ON the playground. It is just rude.) he was friendly enough and he clearly loved the little boy. Even if he was not his biological father.

Anyway, that's about all that's new. I guess that calling that much new is a questionable choice of words. :)