In May, I will be Mom of the Month (M.O.M) for our 8:30 am service.

From what I understand, this requires that D & I handle nursery duty the first Sunday and then remind others when their turn comes for the rest of the month. We also get to make sure the nursery is cleaned up, sanatized, and all drool removed (most of that drool is from our own son, so I don’t mind).

However, I think I will take it upon myself to start asking parents to fill out this form when they drop of their child. I think the answer to the third question will be particularly helpful.

I had to go to the dentist yesterday for my six month cleaning. When the hygenist had me in the chair, she asked me if there was anything going on and I decided to fess up.

When I eat sweets (not all sweets, but a lot of them) my mouth, on the lower left side, really, really hurts. I quickly explained to her that I don’t eat sweets a lot because my husband doesn’t really like them so we just don’t have them in the house. But, with the recent chocolate invasion from Easter, the pain has come back.

Last December I had a crown put on in the area that hurts, so she inspected that as the possible culprit. She was already taking bite wing xrays of my teeth, so she took an extra xray of the root of that tooth to see if I needed a root canal.

When she said “Root Canal” my heart stopped and I guess I had a look of panic on my face because she quickly said, “Not that you need one, it is just a precaution.” She kept telling me that I probably won’t need one because Dr. O would have seen some damage when he was doing the crown. The one thought that kept racing through my mind was that I never should have said anything.

The end result was that I don’t need a root canal. Instead, I have to get a filling fixed, so that there is contact from the tooth next to the crown because currently there is none. I don’t know how that is supposed to help my sweet tooth, but I have an appointment April 12th.

Stupid chocolate.

I left the house today at 10 and Austina left right after me. Now all that is left of our long weekend are remnants of the Easter ham and the paint we put on the dining room walls. (There?s also some chocolate from our communal Easter basket. Mmmmmm? chocolate.)

When she left, I told her to ?Dravel carefully.? It is a new word from the words drive and travel. Start using it.

Even though it was only three days, it feels like I have been gone from work for a week. Not because I have so much to do at the office, but because we got so much done at the house. Having Austina around to visit and help out allowed me some free hands to actually fold laundry AND put it away. While she fed Fuller his lunch (mmmmmm?. apples) I was able to empty the dishwasher? wait, she did that. Well, while she was keeping Fuller happy, I was able to clean the kitchen, including the stovetop. No, wait. She did that too. Well, I did get the laundry done.

Friday, D went to the office to finish some project. While he did that, we went shopping. We checked out the clothes at Goody?s and got our Easter meal fixin?s at Wal-Mart. That seemed like it took forever, but it was a lot of fun. Also, it did not rain, making the sunshine a wonderful treat for my day off.

On Saturday, we combined our muscles and painted the dining room the rich colors of Surrey Beige and Retro Green. A couple of weekends ago, D installed the new ceiling panels and light fixture. Then Saturday we primed (er? Austina did that too) and then D and I snapped a chalk line around the room to block off the boundries of the colors. We were able to accomplish two coats and the room is beginning to take on some elegance.

Saturday night D and I went to dinner and a movie, while Austina took care of the littlest Crumley. We saw Robots, which wasn?t too bad. But when we came home, my mother-guilt took over because Fuller wasn?t such a happy boy while we were gone. Austina did a great job and took it in stride, happily handing him over to his Momma when we walked in the door at 11:45.

Our Saturday evening turned into a very rough night, as Fuller was incredibly fussy for a reason that wasn?t apparent to us until we picked him up from the nursery after church on Sunday morning- Fuller had a cold. Or a sinus infection. Well, a lot of congestion that was suddenly escaping from his nose. Within an hour, my son became a snot nosed kid! We treated him with saline, a dose of Tylenol, love, cuddling, and two long naps. The result- his Sunday night was the exact opposite of Saturday night. They were like night and day, except they were both night, so the analogy is a little off, but you know what I mean, right?

So, here it is Monday and I don?t have that feeling of ?Where did the weekend go?? because we are the weekend warriors. We get things done.

(And Austina brought her Settler?s game. We never played it. Bummer.)

Did you miss one this week? (Also, if you click on the category “daily fuller fix” it will take you to all previous DFF pictures. Just for those of you learning to navigate the blog.)

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March 27, 2005

Outside it is very sunny and pleasant. It just isn’t fair. I want to be outside in the pleasantries. At least I have tomorrow off… to enjoy the rain. I am going to be grumpy if the spring-like weather doesn’t stick around soon.

Growing up, I wasn?t a very good big sister. I thought my little sisters were borne by my parents as some sort of punishment for my self-centered desire that the world should revolve around only me. I didn?t want to share anything with my sisters; my room, my toys, my friends, my airspace- they were all off limits to them.

I guess the relationship riff was really most prevalent between Stina and me. Sure SG was annoying, but she was five years my younger and just lived her life to get on my nerves. Stina wanted to actually be my friend ? gasp!

I?m not sure exactly when I discovered that my little sisters were actually ok people and that their existence on this earth was not to make my life miserable but to enhance my life, but it may have been when I was in college and Stina came to visit me. She came to the college under the guise of a ?prospective student.? A bunch of my friends and I got together and we took her out to dinner at TGI Friday?s. We had such a fun time laughing, joking, and eating. During all this laughing, joking, and eating, several of my friends noticed how Stina and I have many of the same mannerisms. We kind of look alike, but for most people we have to tell them that we are sisters.

When Stina was a freshman in college, I was a senior. We didn?t exactly hang out a ton, but I tried to be nice to her and keep a little bit of an eye on her. I won?t even mention the big fight we got into over sharing the car, because I have grown up a little bit since then.

Given my history of being a not-great big sister and not wanting to be friends with my siblings, it was lots of fun yesterday to anticipate Stina?s arrival at my house to spend the Easter holiday. It makes it a much nicer holiday to spend it with family, especially family that you now love and like. (And free babysitting is a plus too!)