potpourri

Two things happened this morning: after the Little Mister got up at six to eat I actually fell asleep again (a very unusual occurrence)...and I had a very strange nightmare.

In my dream, I was just about to get into the bathtub when I noticed one of my teeth was loose. I touched it...and it fell out. I thought this was odd, so instead of getting into the tub I decided to go tell the Sergeant. When I walked through the bathroom door I wasn't in my apartment anymore, I was (fully clothed again) in the lobby of my high school, which had for some reason been turned into a shopping mall (the lobby, not the entire school; upstairs was still classrooms and such). This didn't seem strange to me, as dreams often make perfect sense while you're dreaming them.

Anyway, every time I tried to tell someone about my tooth falling out, another tooth fell out. Eventually I didn't have any teeth left in my mouth. Just before I woke up I was transported to a hospital, where they were going to surgically implant porcelain teeth into my mouth, a procedure I was told would result in excruciating pain every time I bit into something for at least five years. The surgeon was my high school chorus director.

Since I woke up I've been obsessively checking to make sure I still have all my teeth.

I hope I'm dreaming about teeth because of the Little Mister's first tooth and not because I've suddenly been granted a gift of prophecy.

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Yesterday evening we spent with friends, friends we've had since June 6, 2007 (the Little Mister's birthday). The mom and her youngest daughter (they have three daughters and two sons!) were roommates with the Little Mister and me at the hospital. Little Glory has the same birthday as the Little Mister, but she is the "older woman" (she's about 16 hours older).

I'm blessed to have for a friend a mother of five who can reassure me when I feel like I don't know what I'm doing, among other things. It's also way fun to see how incredibly different two babies -- born on the same day, in the same hospital, delivered by the same doctor -- can be. Little Glory sits up on her own for long periods of time, where the Little Mister tips over after ten minutes or so. The Little Mister rolls and scoots and gets around while Little Glory just sits, perfectly content, and cries if she somehow ends up on her tummy. Little Glory is petite and the Little Mister is solid. He doesn't look much bigger, but the weight difference is astounding! Little Glory thrives on the attention from her brothers and sisters while the Little Mister is overwhelmed by all the attention and so many little hands.

The interaction between the two seven month olds was priceless. They were both fascinated to be able to see and touch someone their own size, on their own level. The Little Mister kept reaching out to touch Little Glory's face, and she didn't mind at all. Once when they were sitting on the floor together Little Glory decided she wanted the Little Mister's paci...so she reached out and took it right out of his mouth and put it right into hers. All the adults were laughing too hard to interfere. My poor Little Mister was just shocked that she would do that. So as soon as she got it into her mouth he grabbed it right back. I could almost hear him saying, "That's mine!" He was protective (possessive?) after that, keeping one hand on the paci at all times.

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When we got up this morning I called DPW (I don't know what that stands for, but they're the maintenance people who come and fix things!) and, miracle of miracles, they're actually coming to look at the dryer tomorrow! This doesn't mean I'll be able to use my dryer any time soon, it just means that tomorrow I should be able to find out when I can use it again. If it has to be replaced it could be...well, I think last time it took more than a week to get a new one (our dryer broke in September and they brought us a new (used) one...but it took awhile). Hopefully I'll be able to do laundry in my own apartment sometime this month. :)

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Awhile back (I'm a slacker, okay?) Jennifer at Faking It gave me an award! My very first!



She awarded it to me (among others), saying "... and Dragonfly ... for sharing themselves and for always having a kind word for others: you all make the world seem a bit smaller and more cozy." Aww, shucks!

And I'm going to pass it on to Karen, for writing beautifully, and with heart. (If you haven't yet, read her post called The Sand Dunes. It's haunting and scary and will tug at the heartstrings of any parent.)

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And that's all. Now I'm going to wash the Little Mister's lunch off his face, change his clothes, and read him a book. :)