Jocelyn lost her 2nd (bottom) tooth yesterday. By the time I was ready to go to bed, Jocelyn was still not asleep. So I told Jocelyn that Uncle Jeremy (who is visiting - yay) wanted to give her one more hug.
Jocelyn: but what if the tooth fairy comes while I'm downstairs?
me: that can't happen, she only comes when you're asleep.
Jocelyn: she knows when I'm asleep? does she have a scanner?
me: yes
So down she ran to give Jeremy a hug. When she came back up she stopped by my room to say goodnight as I was brushing my teeth. Then she went to bed.
2 seconds later she comes tearing buns into my room screaming "YOU WERE WRONG!"
Apparently the tooth fairy CAN come when you're awake! She left Jocelyn a card with a picture she had drawn and a note about how she loves princesses and drawing and teeth. And she had drawn the picture and written the note all in the time that I had taken to brush my teeth!
"The tooth fairy must have magic!" said Jocelyn.
WE ARE SPECIAL, WE ARE WEIRD, BUT WE ARE NOT ALONE
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
July 21, 2011
Jesse is a rock star.
Jocelyn and Jesse saw the dentist yesterday. Jocelyn was cavity free, but Jesse was not. Very much not. So much not on one side that they had him come back today to get two fillings (and he'll need two more on the other side after we get back from vacation).
My poor baby had to get fillings! Like with a drill! Ack!
I was so sad for him last night, but I didn't want to let on. I explained what was going to happen as far as the shot and the loud noise and that he might feel a little funny but that daddy would be there and that it would be over soon enough and he'd be fine.
I, on the other hand, was not fine. I was so upset I could have puked. My littlest man, still practically a newborn! I wanted to grab him and hug him until the teeth were healed. But I had to pull myself out of la-la land, put on my big girl panties, and deal with it.
So I put on my best fake smile as he and Josh headed to the dentist this morning, and tried to put it out of my head while he was gone. I was generally unsuccessful.
He came home so proud, with a big swollen cheek and numb face and a sticker on his shirt that said "Watch me - my lips & cheek are numb." He rocked the dentist, and he knew it. The dentist was so impressed that she gave him a shark tooth that was from her own stash- not from the toy drawer (from which he also got to pick). Josh said the dentist and hygienist kept whispering to each other, "have you ever seen anything like this??"
He sat in the chair and they asked him if he knew what was going to happen. He explained that he was going to get a shot and that he had to sit still they were going to put stuff in his mouth and that daddy would be there and he would be fine. They told him to raise his hand if something hurt and that they would stop right away. So every now and then he'd wave at Josh with his foot. Just once he raised his hand and they gave him a bit more Novocain.
I don't know how my whiniest child is also my bravest. He is so astoundingly whiney that I think he could qualify for some record. He is so amazingly brave that he could qualify there as well.
He is my rock star, and I'm just so proud.
Jocelyn and Jesse saw the dentist yesterday. Jocelyn was cavity free, but Jesse was not. Very much not. So much not on one side that they had him come back today to get two fillings (and he'll need two more on the other side after we get back from vacation).
My poor baby had to get fillings! Like with a drill! Ack!
I was so sad for him last night, but I didn't want to let on. I explained what was going to happen as far as the shot and the loud noise and that he might feel a little funny but that daddy would be there and that it would be over soon enough and he'd be fine.
I, on the other hand, was not fine. I was so upset I could have puked. My littlest man, still practically a newborn! I wanted to grab him and hug him until the teeth were healed. But I had to pull myself out of la-la land, put on my big girl panties, and deal with it.
So I put on my best fake smile as he and Josh headed to the dentist this morning, and tried to put it out of my head while he was gone. I was generally unsuccessful.
He came home so proud, with a big swollen cheek and numb face and a sticker on his shirt that said "Watch me - my lips & cheek are numb." He rocked the dentist, and he knew it. The dentist was so impressed that she gave him a shark tooth that was from her own stash- not from the toy drawer (from which he also got to pick). Josh said the dentist and hygienist kept whispering to each other, "have you ever seen anything like this??"
He sat in the chair and they asked him if he knew what was going to happen. He explained that he was going to get a shot and that he had to sit still they were going to put stuff in his mouth and that daddy would be there and he would be fine. They told him to raise his hand if something hurt and that they would stop right away. So every now and then he'd wave at Josh with his foot. Just once he raised his hand and they gave him a bit more Novocain.
I don't know how my whiniest child is also my bravest. He is so astoundingly whiney that I think he could qualify for some record. He is so amazingly brave that he could qualify there as well.
He is my rock star, and I'm just so proud.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
July 17, 2011
Jocelyn lost her first tooth this week! The tooth fairy left her $5 and a note saying that she wouldn't get $5 every time. The tooth fairy also talked about how she liked princesses, and how she and Jocelyn have so much in common :). I asked Jocelyn about the note when I got home, and she said she'd read it to me but it banished (vanished). She was excited that she could read the whole thing herself.
Not a lot of other news this week. I really need to start writing these a few glasses of wine earlier in the day.
3 more weeks until vacation!
Not a lot of other news this week. I really need to start writing these a few glasses of wine earlier in the day.
3 more weeks until vacation!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
July 10, 2011
Susan and Jonathan and cousin Chelsea visited this weekend. Chelsea is 19 (Timothy is roughly equidistant between Chelsea and Jocelyn), and Jocelyn and Jesse fell in love with her immediately. Today after they left, Jesse cried hysterically for 15 minutes and then fell asleep. Jocelyn insisted we send her an email before they even made it out of the neighborhood.
Jocelyn was the funniest. She kept asking Chelsea questions (like, "do you like barbies?") and when Chelsea would respond, Jocelyn would shout "we have so much in common!"
They both followed her around all weekend, I'm not really sure she got much more than a random bathroom break for time to herself. Josh suggested Joey take her out for a ride at one point, just to give her a sanity break. I mean really, sweet as my kids are, they can be too much of a good thing!
What is it about getting attention from older cousins/family that is so fulfilling? I still remember a barrette that Diana made me when I was about 6 or 7 that was my most cherished possession for quite some time. I remember when MaryBeth took me out for the day when I was 9 or 10 and gave me a little pinky ring and we went to the shoe store. I remember when Michael would let us hang out in the ell with him and his friends and call us his girlfriends. I remember when Stevie bought me a plum and built a fire at camp, and of course when he sent me an Indiana shirt that I wore from age 5 until it fit when I was 12.
Those little bits of time and attention end up being so special. Chelsea earned such a spot in the history of Jocelyn and Jesse this weekend. She'll be with them always and I'm so thankful for it.
Hope everyone had a great weekend!
Rhonda
Jocelyn was the funniest. She kept asking Chelsea questions (like, "do you like barbies?") and when Chelsea would respond, Jocelyn would shout "we have so much in common!"
They both followed her around all weekend, I'm not really sure she got much more than a random bathroom break for time to herself. Josh suggested Joey take her out for a ride at one point, just to give her a sanity break. I mean really, sweet as my kids are, they can be too much of a good thing!
What is it about getting attention from older cousins/family that is so fulfilling? I still remember a barrette that Diana made me when I was about 6 or 7 that was my most cherished possession for quite some time. I remember when MaryBeth took me out for the day when I was 9 or 10 and gave me a little pinky ring and we went to the shoe store. I remember when Michael would let us hang out in the ell with him and his friends and call us his girlfriends. I remember when Stevie bought me a plum and built a fire at camp, and of course when he sent me an Indiana shirt that I wore from age 5 until it fit when I was 12.
Those little bits of time and attention end up being so special. Chelsea earned such a spot in the history of Jocelyn and Jesse this weekend. She'll be with them always and I'm so thankful for it.
Hope everyone had a great weekend!
Rhonda
Friday, July 1, 2011
July 1, 2011
There are 2 actuarial interns in my department this summer. They are eager and young and just so very refreshing. They haven't been beaten down by years of corporate life. And better yet, they hang on my every word and laugh at all my jokes.
I received an email from one of them on Tuesday afternoon. I later found out that someone had told him that if he emailed me, it should not be more than 3 sentences because I don't like for people to drone on and on. And so I received an email of 3 sentences that essentially said he knew I was very busy but would I be willing to have lunch with him and the other intern some time. I think he used the word busy 7 times in 3 sentences.
I replied "How about breakfast on Thursday" and assured him I was not THAT busy.
So Thursday morning I had breakfast with the 2 interns. Let's call them John and Mary. John wore a tie. We got our breakfast and sat down and I said, "So, what do we want to talk about?" Mary froze and kicked John under the table. John cleared his throat. "Well, I want to be a senior executive in a large insurance company like Aetna. So my question is, how do I do that?"
This is the first time I've gotten this question. I've had many meals with many interns and new students over time. I usually get the "what's the difference between consulting and insurance" question, since not too many people have done both. Or in a group of all females I'll almost surely get the various work-life balance questions. But this was a great and fun question!
I won't bore you with my answer. Between that and the follow-ups, we were quite chatty for the next hour. Mary warmed up pretty quickly and eventually ended up giving me a really big compliment while sounding completely sincere. She said, "Whenever you talk, I understand everything you say." Ok, that doesn't sound like much, but when you're an actuary, let's just say that makes you pretty special.
So two scared interns made it through breakfast with the big bad boss and seemingly enjoyed themselves.
In other Rhonda-is-scary news, apparently I'm scary. I was not happy about something today and trying to decide whom to tell of my discontent - level A or level A's bosses. I IM'd a coworker from another department to see what she thought. "Just level A is fine, they work really hard to stay off your radar, so if you tell them, they'll take care of it." I should note none of these people report to me, nor do I have authority over them in any way. They are all older with more experience than me, and odds are they make more money. I guess they scare kinda easy.
Actually that's a pattern with who is afraid of me - they are never the people who work FOR me. In fact, new people to the department always say the same thing. About a month in when we meet at the water cooler and I ask how it's going, they say, "I'd heard so much about you, I thought you'd be scarier. But you're really nice!" Thanks?
It's not news. I've been terrifying since I was a teenager and I've never known why, but that surely doesn't stop me from using it to my advantage. After all, the best leaders lead by example. But when that's not an option, brute intimidation works pretty well too.*
Hope everyone has a great long weekend!
Rhonda
*despair.com - arrogance
I received an email from one of them on Tuesday afternoon. I later found out that someone had told him that if he emailed me, it should not be more than 3 sentences because I don't like for people to drone on and on. And so I received an email of 3 sentences that essentially said he knew I was very busy but would I be willing to have lunch with him and the other intern some time. I think he used the word busy 7 times in 3 sentences.
I replied "How about breakfast on Thursday" and assured him I was not THAT busy.
So Thursday morning I had breakfast with the 2 interns. Let's call them John and Mary. John wore a tie. We got our breakfast and sat down and I said, "So, what do we want to talk about?" Mary froze and kicked John under the table. John cleared his throat. "Well, I want to be a senior executive in a large insurance company like Aetna. So my question is, how do I do that?"
This is the first time I've gotten this question. I've had many meals with many interns and new students over time. I usually get the "what's the difference between consulting and insurance" question, since not too many people have done both. Or in a group of all females I'll almost surely get the various work-life balance questions. But this was a great and fun question!
I won't bore you with my answer. Between that and the follow-ups, we were quite chatty for the next hour. Mary warmed up pretty quickly and eventually ended up giving me a really big compliment while sounding completely sincere. She said, "Whenever you talk, I understand everything you say." Ok, that doesn't sound like much, but when you're an actuary, let's just say that makes you pretty special.
So two scared interns made it through breakfast with the big bad boss and seemingly enjoyed themselves.
In other Rhonda-is-scary news, apparently I'm scary. I was not happy about something today and trying to decide whom to tell of my discontent - level A or level A's bosses. I IM'd a coworker from another department to see what she thought. "Just level A is fine, they work really hard to stay off your radar, so if you tell them, they'll take care of it." I should note none of these people report to me, nor do I have authority over them in any way. They are all older with more experience than me, and odds are they make more money. I guess they scare kinda easy.
Actually that's a pattern with who is afraid of me - they are never the people who work FOR me. In fact, new people to the department always say the same thing. About a month in when we meet at the water cooler and I ask how it's going, they say, "I'd heard so much about you, I thought you'd be scarier.
It's not news. I've been terrifying since I was a teenager and I've never known why, but that surely doesn't stop me from using it to my advantage. After all, the best leaders lead by example. But when that's not an option, brute intimidation works pretty well too.*
Hope everyone has a great long weekend!
Rhonda
*despair.com - arrogance
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