I'm finally choosing sides

It seems like everywhere I go there is Twilight mania. I've never read the novels or seen the movies, because I get annoyed when something is too trendy and popular and I protest by refusing to participate. Which is probably why I've never been one of the "cool kids."

Anyway, I keep seeing these "Team Werewolf" and "Team Vampire" things out there, and it's occurred to me that I must be a member of Team Werewolf, because I've apparently married one - Cory is getting hairier and hairier every day, so he must be a werewolf, right? SO...

Go Team Werewolf!

Disclaimer: No mere physical change, be it weight gain, southern migration of hair, or disfigurement, is enough to change how I feel about my husband. But I gotta poke fun.

The Princess and the Frog

Lear quote: "Is what I just said going on the Blog, Mommy?"

Ella quote: "Why did you marry Daddy, Mommy?"

Me: "Because I love Daddy very much."

Ella: "Daddy loves you, too?"

Me: "I certainly hope so."

Ella: "Yeah, he does, because he hugs you a lot. I saw him hug you and hug you today in the kitchen."

One more Lear quote

"Why is the Tooth Fairy the only Fairy that's real, Mommy?"

Also, we told him that if he ever sees the Tooth Fairy, ALL of his teeth will fall out, and that's why she only comes while people are sleeping and no one knows what she looks like. I love this innocent (or gullible, however you want to look at it) stage!

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I'm not very motivated to do much these days, I'll admit. I have a difficult time keeping the clothes clean enough for my family, and we've been eating a lot of quick and easy meals lately. I'm starting to feel more energetic, which means I'm only falling asleep two or three times a day as opposed to five or so. The only time I break out the flute is when I have a rehearsal or a lesson, and I haven't been on the treadmill in a month.

However, we did manage to have a wonderful Thanksgiving (many thanks and hoorays to Bryce and Carolee for hosting us this year) and we have our Christmas decorations up. Lear lost a tooth the day before Thanksgiving, directly under the one that was already gone, and yesterday he had to have another one pulled because it died - something to do with fillings making the tooth think it's dead, I don't quite get it. Because it was a molar, he had to get a spacer put in to keep the space clear for his permanent tooth which won't arrive until he's 9 or 10. So, he's missing three teeth, and we discovered another one is loose. Why couldn't he inherit my mother's hard-as-diamond teeth?

I also went to the doctor for the first time Tuesday. We had an ultrasound, which is unusual for my doctor (midwife, actually). In the past, having an ultrasound was a big to-do, in which I had to make an appointment with the attending doctor and stuff. This time, we just walked down the hall, flipped on the machine, and got going. We saw the little kumquat and it's heartbeat. It's about 3 1/2 cm long right now. I also got the H1N1 maternity shot. I have to admit, I wasn't sold on getting the vaccine, but since I didn't have to wait in line for 8 hours to get it, I though I might as well. I admit, however, that I feel guilty for having gotten it, while my kids haven't. They've had the regular flu shot, but not the H1N1, and even though I'm pregnant, I can't help feeling that it was more important for them to get it rather than me. I also don't like taking part in whatever public panic and/or hysteria is trendy at the moment. Silly me.

Lear quote: "That's nonsense, Daddy!" (Cory had commented that Lear should join the Safety Patrol because he reminded us to buckle up, and Lear thought that was silly, because the Safety Patrol is a cartoon.)

Ella quote: "Why do I have to do everything myself?" (Ella was mad at me for telling her to get her own snack.)