Doctor Teeth

In law school there was this guy who had a FWB relationship with the local dog groomer (not that that is important or that I am judging, just a factoid that is always somehow brought up with this guy) and got his teeth whitened during his third year. Unfortunately the result was FREAKISHLY white teeth. Like scary white. You could see him rolling home from the dog groomer's in the dark of night because of their glow.

We called him, "Dr. Teeth" with the appropriate dramatic head turn and weird accent.

So sometimes I tell J that if she doesn't take care of her teeth, she will have to get them whitened and turn into Dr. Teeth. I told her the story, minus the FWB part because I don't think she gets that yet, and after her initial idea that it would be fun to be Dr. Teeth as there may be access to dogs to play with, she bought into the idea that she did not want day-glo teeth. So she would take care of her teeth now to avoid them yellowing and any subsequent whitening.

To that end, we headed to the dentist today.

Read ready to have her "teeth tickled." Which I promptly explained was having them cleaned with proper dental tools. Seriously - she gets it dental hygienist, we are here to get her teeth CLEANED not tickled.


She sat in this position for about 2 minutes straight while the hygienist got ready. I should have told her that she could relax. But I kind of wanted to see how long she would stay like this.


Then down to biz-naz, a picture of calm.


Um, not so much. Her chubby feet reveal that she is not exactly relaxed...


But that being said, she was great. I was yet again, a proud mom.

And some Jillian-isms of this week:
"Gobblers are people who come in your house and take your tv and furniture. I learned that in the book Walter the Farting Dog."
Post corn on the cob - "I need a napkin, my hands are greedy."

Effin' GPS

From Port Jefferson Long Island to Philly, put us through the Midtown Tunnel. ARGH. I should have been paying attention, but it was going well so I went with the GPS. Then I was on 34th Street in Manhattan ready to lose my shizz.

But J was an awesome flower girl at M's wedding. She and the ring bearer were super cute, it was a lovely ceremony and celebration, and M's looked phenomenal in a dress made by J-town. Really a pretty perfect day.

J is planning on bringing the invitation in for show and tell. But I think everyone at school knows about it, since when I called to say that she wasn't coming in on Friday, the person who answered the phone said - "Oh I know, J is going to be a flower girl in a wedding on Long Island." I guess J had already spread the news.

Memories....

J's school has a day at Seasame Place this June, so we were thinking back to our trip there last year. We talked about the elmo cupcake, the water rides, and then J told me we left really fast because of the rain.

And she was right. I totally forgot, but once she said that I remembered that we left as the drizzle started. That boo has a redonk memory.

PIZZA! UPDATE!

I am tired and no longer interested in the pizza, but I now have to wait up for it.

At least it will not disappoint when it get here.

PIZZA!

I am drunk after a date where I am confused as to whether he is awesome, just thinks he is awesome, or was trying to convince me he is awesome with nothing to back that shizz up. So I came home and ordered pizza.

Mothers' Day

I actually had a good weekend this weekend. Played two soccer games and then had drinks with the team. Then it was Mothers' Day, a holiday I kind of dread. But this one was probably the best one yet. First, J decided that she needed to line up all her shoes and discuss them:


Then J, my mom, dad and I went to the Art Museum for brunch. None of us had ever been there and it is actually totally awesome. So we decided to become members. And pose on the steps, modified Rocky-style.


J was really funny at the museum. She had to carry a purse, of course, and her own map. Once she realized that I could read descriptions to her regarding what she was looking at, I had to read all of them. Here she is asking me to explain a painting that had an image of God in red tones, looking down on the Crucifiction "Mommy who is that red guy?"


Finally, she decided that she would just read them herself.


Happy Mothers' Day to everyone out there, Moms, moms-to-be and those who help out Moms....

Dancing Fools

Jillian muscled her way into a ballet class that her friend Lexi is in. The class was full so I couldn't sign her up, but she went with her friend every week and stared longingly at the girls in their leotards. Eventually the teacher just let her in. Persistent little boo.

We will see if she has a future in dance....not sure if these are the faces of the next great American ballerinas.