Just some typical stuff

I hope you all are enjoying the holiday season.  I'm at home from work now until the new year.  I should note that "home from work" is defined as checking email on my BlackBerry and keeping my fingers crossed that nothing important pops up.  Before I recap Christmas, I wanted to post some conversations and photos from this past week or so.

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Rich picked me up from the train station and we arrived home before Grammy and the girls from ballet.  I was upstairs changing clothes and this is what I heard:

(door banging shut)

Anna:  "Hello, people!  Are you home?"

(pat pat pat of small feet on hardwood)

Rich:  "BOO"

Anna:  (screaming) "AAHHHHHHHH"

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Rich:  "We need to check on that thing tonight."

Me:  "What thing?"

Rich:  (a head tilt and wide eyes) "Shhh."

Me:  "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Allie:  "Settle down.  Settle down.  No fighting.  You're a couple.  Now say, 'I'm sorry, honey.' And you say it too. 'I'm sorry, honey.'"

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The subject of braces and such came up after I realized that Anna's two new bottom teeth are coming in crooked and may stay that way because her mouth is crowded.

Anna:  "Headgear?  What's that?"

Me:  "It's this metal thing attached to your braces and it goes around your head. . ."

Anna:  "Oh, no!  You just tell them that we don't have the money for anything like that."

(Note that head gear has not been mentioned as an option by her dentist.)

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Rich and I happened to tuck Allie into bed at the same time.  I had her scoot in so that she was in the middle of the bed and I was on one side and Rich was on the other.

Me:  "Hey, look at this.  This is what it would be like if you were an only child."

Allie:  "Being an only child must be nice."

Rich:  "No.  You wouldn't have anyone to play with."

Allie:  "But you would just buy me a puppy."

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Speaking of teeth and Anna, she lost her second bottom tooth with a bit of drama.  It popped out while she was eating dinner and Grammy found it on her chair.  She originally thought it had been consumed.



A fancy hairstyle. . .



And a baby chick who snuck into our bed. . .