Tyoma was so surprised to see Grandma this morning! I've been telling him about her visit for weeks, but now she's here! When he saw her, he gasped and said, "Gramma!!!" After initial greetings, she gave him the first of many presents, an icecream playfood set. This was a big hit, especially after he discovered that the colors of each cone were printed on the reverse of each scoop.
We had fun talking about the colors and flavors of the icecream. Mom worked on teaching him the concept of "favorite." I'm not so sure that he understands that as well as he does spelling, which he still seems obsessed with! Over lunchtime I picked up Mom's scooter, a sleek red number that fortunately breaks down into peices that are less than 40 pounds each.
After that I went to the dentist, which I dread. It wasn't too bad, a relief to have it over for another six months. When I came home, I felt cranky and tired. I immediately obsessed over putting the scooter together. After much irritability, cursing and the dropping of scooter parts on bare feet, I assembled it. Tyoma was delighted to take rides around downstairs. It will be perfect for our trip to Boston!!!
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Turkeys!!!
OMG!!! Blurry Turkeys!!!
Wildlife is awesome! While feeding Tyoma his late afternoon snack, movement in the backyard caught my eye. A flock of turkeys! Yay! Ten birds milled about the backyard. At first, I thought they were peacocks (go figure!), but on closer observation, they were way too goony. I dashed up the stairs and took some stills reminiscent of bigfoot footage. Yay, turkeys!!!
The first part of my day was taken up by a dental appointment. I dread the dentist, especially a new one, but this guy was really personable. He was one those guys who looks good with a shaved head and goatee--and he didn't even have a biker vibe! He looked so familiar to me, but I just couldn't place him. As I left the office, I realized he looked just like Terry O' Quinn from Lost. Not that I watch Lost. I remembered him from the Stepfather movies. Whoa, '80s flashback!
The rest of the day I felt wrung out, I stressed over the dentist appointment unnecessarily and was thus over-relieved and tired. Sure, I need to floss more often, I need a shield for tooth grinding and I only gagged three times out of 18 tooth x-rays. What was the worry? Probably the idea of being scrutinized by yet another medical person. Tyoma's docs and therapists are quite enough. Tomorrow Tennisfiend has a day off work, so we will do fun stuff. Yay!
Wildlife is awesome! While feeding Tyoma his late afternoon snack, movement in the backyard caught my eye. A flock of turkeys! Yay! Ten birds milled about the backyard. At first, I thought they were peacocks (go figure!), but on closer observation, they were way too goony. I dashed up the stairs and took some stills reminiscent of bigfoot footage. Yay, turkeys!!!
The first part of my day was taken up by a dental appointment. I dread the dentist, especially a new one, but this guy was really personable. He was one those guys who looks good with a shaved head and goatee--and he didn't even have a biker vibe! He looked so familiar to me, but I just couldn't place him. As I left the office, I realized he looked just like Terry O' Quinn from Lost. Not that I watch Lost. I remembered him from the Stepfather movies. Whoa, '80s flashback!
The rest of the day I felt wrung out, I stressed over the dentist appointment unnecessarily and was thus over-relieved and tired. Sure, I need to floss more often, I need a shield for tooth grinding and I only gagged three times out of 18 tooth x-rays. What was the worry? Probably the idea of being scrutinized by yet another medical person. Tyoma's docs and therapists are quite enough. Tomorrow Tennisfiend has a day off work, so we will do fun stuff. Yay!
Monday, January 9, 2006
At the Dentist's
Only two things make dentist office visits tolerable, and neither one of them is an enduring love for teeth scraping or X-rays.
Every appointment, I arrive thirty minutes early to visit with the robust community of Oscars that live in Dr. Mihlavich’s mammoth aquarium. One day I will convince Tennisfiend that Oscars are not slimy evil devil-spawn, he will realize that they are the most adorable, lovable fish on the planet. Eh, I digress. The second thing that makes office visits endurable is spending an hour with Tammy, my dental hygienist. Imagine a fusion of Bill Cosby and Kathy Bates with a talent for relating captivating tales of her family life, cats and many boyfriends.
When I sit in her chair I forget I’m at the dentist’s. Every appointment seems like a beauty treatment at a well loved salon. She makes me feel special and pampered. So, imagine my distress when a bony, humorless girl marched me to Tammy’s station, murmuring that Tammy was ill and that she was my replacement hygienist.
Despite my disappointment, I tried to engage the girl in small talk, but it was fruitless. During the entire procedure she was mute, not even uttering a “spit” or “open wider.” The silence made me especially vigilant to the monotonous scrape, scrape, scrape of the dental scaler. As her passive face loomed indifferently over mine, I had the feeling that I was a cadaver being attended to by a mortician’s competent, but thoroughly bored daughter.
I felt depersonalized and alienated. When the ordeal was over, Dr. Mihlavich slunk into the room. He, too, was unnaturally quiet and looked twenty pounds underweight. His hands briefly flashed in and about my face and he pronounced me “just fine.” The mortician’s daughter then stuffed a plastic baggie with floss, toothpaste and a toothbrush I’ll use for cleaning the bathtub fixtures in my hand and told me to “Have a nice day.” As I exited the office, the rest of the staff was enjoying a moment of levity by reception, disproving my theory that a tragedy had struck the office. I handed in my paperwork and crept into the lobby to spend a few comforting moments with the fish. Whew.
Every appointment, I arrive thirty minutes early to visit with the robust community of Oscars that live in Dr. Mihlavich’s mammoth aquarium. One day I will convince Tennisfiend that Oscars are not slimy evil devil-spawn, he will realize that they are the most adorable, lovable fish on the planet. Eh, I digress. The second thing that makes office visits endurable is spending an hour with Tammy, my dental hygienist. Imagine a fusion of Bill Cosby and Kathy Bates with a talent for relating captivating tales of her family life, cats and many boyfriends.
When I sit in her chair I forget I’m at the dentist’s. Every appointment seems like a beauty treatment at a well loved salon. She makes me feel special and pampered. So, imagine my distress when a bony, humorless girl marched me to Tammy’s station, murmuring that Tammy was ill and that she was my replacement hygienist.
Despite my disappointment, I tried to engage the girl in small talk, but it was fruitless. During the entire procedure she was mute, not even uttering a “spit” or “open wider.” The silence made me especially vigilant to the monotonous scrape, scrape, scrape of the dental scaler. As her passive face loomed indifferently over mine, I had the feeling that I was a cadaver being attended to by a mortician’s competent, but thoroughly bored daughter.
I felt depersonalized and alienated. When the ordeal was over, Dr. Mihlavich slunk into the room. He, too, was unnaturally quiet and looked twenty pounds underweight. His hands briefly flashed in and about my face and he pronounced me “just fine.” The mortician’s daughter then stuffed a plastic baggie with floss, toothpaste and a toothbrush I’ll use for cleaning the bathtub fixtures in my hand and told me to “Have a nice day.” As I exited the office, the rest of the staff was enjoying a moment of levity by reception, disproving my theory that a tragedy had struck the office. I handed in my paperwork and crept into the lobby to spend a few comforting moments with the fish. Whew.
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