Take your child to work day... is today.

Still at home this morning - getting the kids ready for their day. Wade and Paige have nothing special planned, but Olivia and Meredith are going to spend the day with Daddy at the Police Dept.

I guess they have tours of the PD and Fire Dept planned, plus lunch with Daddy. It should be a great day for them.

Bryan's ex is one of 3 people that work in the community affairs dept, which is the group that will have our kids for the day. I'm curious to know how she will act around the girls.

She has seen them a few times, but this will be a first... them spending the day with her. (I hear only 20 kids signed up)

She never changed her last name... it is still Davis, so I'm wondering if the girls will notice and make innocent comments like,' that's the same name as ours'.

I doubt she'd have the guts to identify herself... but if she did that'll be a big problem for me, since the children know NOTHING about lives led before Bryan and I got together.

Did you know that our 10th anniversary is tomorrow? Exciting, huh? My parents are going to watch the kids so we can go out to dinner. I wanted to go out with my parents, but our babysitter has had lots of personal issues so I can't ask her right now. It'll be nice to go out just me and him... no plans yet - we'll stay close to home, I'm sure.

Anyway, I gotta go get everyone ready. I'll let you know if Val opens her mouth.

Update on Paige's foot.

Just wanted to thrown in that the school, yesterday morning, said that Paige had spent the day with her shoes on and off. They said that the left one has a hard time staying on.

She had only had the shoe on for a short time.

I felt better, because I thought that she had had her toe curled under for 9 hours.

No shoes for a while.

Paige's foot

Yesterday, when we picked up Paige from the daycare, they told me that she has been crying some all day and that she was cranky. She seems fine when I picked her up.

Get her home and take off her shoes - her brand new sneakers that I just bought this weekend - and find out that her left big toe was curled under her foot and wedged in. This was how I had put on her shoe in the morning - I know this because it took longer to put that shoe on than the right one because she was balling up her foot.

Well, the daycare didn't remove her shoes all day - not even for a nap.

Poor Paige - her big toe was blanch white and stiff. Later, after the blood flow was back, it was swollen.

She is walking fine and this morning it is not bruised.

I rarely see Bryan so angry. He was so mad, he was speechless.

I felt guilty because I put on the shoe - but to not remove it all day wasn't right either.

I'll have much to say to them today.

Long since I've been on... I know.

I know... I know. I have been bad about updating this thing, but so much has been going on. Busy is normal for us, but the difference is that in what little spare time I've had, recently, I've been reading the Twilight series of books.

OMG! What a fantastic story teller this author is. She could describe maple syrup and you'd feel hungry. It is easy, smooth reading and the fact that it is a sappy love story helps move it along. Just a real page turner.

I read the first book - Twilight - in two and a half days. I read the next book - New Moon - in 4 days. The second book was slower than the first, not as good, but I still like the story she tells.

Rented the movie - terrible. I would give it a 4 on a 1-10 scale. It just didn't capture the passion build up between the two main characters. I like the movie that plays in my head while I'm reading.

There are 4 books in the series, I just bought #3 today. I should be studying for pharm class, but the teacher gave us off this week and we don't have any tests for two weeks.

I am painfully aware that the days of me being able to enjoy a book that doesn't involve medicine are numbered... so I'm taking advantage of the free time.

I'll be starting the #3 book - Eclipse - later tonight. Kids will be in bed - Bryan will be working a detail.

I'll have a quiet house.

Funny story...

Yesterday, I either had the funniest moment of the week... or the most embarassing. You can decide.

(I can't believe I'm about to tell this story)

When I pick up the children, I usually pick up the younger ones first and then go get everyone else. So, when I pulled up to the parking lot of the elementary school - I had Wade and Paige with me.

While climbing out of the car, I had to slide out of my seat. I always slide out of my seat - I have a high truck. This day, when I did this, a little gas slipped out. I farted.

I was just grateful that I was in a parking lot - loud noises, open air, little breeze going on. I'm thinking, 'Whew, that would have been bad if that happened in the office'.

So, Wade and I go to the other side of the car to get Paige.

As I'm pulling her out the the straps, I feel Wade press his entire face in my ass. He does this often, he is the perfect height and he does this to protect his eyes from bright lights or strangers giving him an unwanted look or smile.

So, in the second, I'm thinking, 'Not the best time to do this son' but I just kept on getting Paige out of the seat.

I can feel him INHALE and then he pulls away and questions, 'Mommy, I think you tooted.'.

I turn my head, half laughing and was ready to admit this - when I noticed another parent, picking up his kid from the school, politely waiting between our two cars for me to close my door, so he could get in his car.

Flushed, I panicked and said,'Wade, don't say that. It isn't nice. I did not'

What does Wade do? He goes back in for another whiff, pulls back and says in a very loud voice... 'Mommy, I KNOW you tooted'.

The other parent - a daddy, no less - looks at me and says, 'It's ok. I get that all the time.'

If the ground could have opened up I'd have jumped in.

Glad the end of the school year will be here soon.

I'm the mean one, I guess...

Little time to write today, but I'll let you know what happened yesterday.

Two nights ago, my kids were outside playing with the family up the street whose daughter has cancer. The parents were outside, too.

I took the opportunity to tell the mother that I had read the literature on the newest chemo agent the docs were using that I was concerned about the child's immune system and her parents willingness to take her out of the house. (They have take her everywhere - restaurants, movies, 'chuck e cheese', Publix and the Sawgrass mall. I don't think they have a clue about how germs work.

So, I said that I thought it may be a good idea to have the child wear masks when they go out - for her protection. The mother said that she would keep her in a bubble, if she could, but that the basically still had to live a life and that at the end of three months her cancer is not better - so what is the point? Keeping her home hasn't made her better.

All the more reason to keep her away from public places, I told her. I warned her about the guy in front of her in line at Publix and how he could have TB and cough on her. I said that a major cold or flu would be the end of her.

I also said that if keeping her in a bubble kept her safe and ALIVE for a year - that is a good thing, right?

Well, fast forward to yesterday morning and I get a knock on my door from their nanny, who knows me well too.

She told me that she arrived at the neighbor's house to find the mother crying hysterically. She said that she was told that the reason for the tears was because I had upset her and she just fell apart.

The nanny said that she had never had a conflict with me but that she would if I continue to say non-supportive things to the mother.

I was like, "You practically live there and you say NOTHING!" Everytime that lady brings her daughter to the nail salon, she places her life in danger.

We had a 20 minute conversation. I stood my ground. I would rather be the mean one now who points out that the mother is careless with her daughter's health than attend a funeral and have the mother ask me why, if I was doubtful of the way she dragged the kid everywhere, didn't I say anything.

I had a hard time eating yesterday. I feel bad - not because I said something, but because the parents are still clueless as to the harm they could be causing the kid and I'm the mean one who just said cruel things to them.

Shame....