Open Letter to Molars

Dear Molars,

I hate you. I hate you with the fury of a thousand suns. I hate you more than I hate canned green beans (I just threw up a little bit). My girl has been so miserable for the past few days, and it's all your fault. She won't eat. She can't sleep. She's so so so clingy, which, as the mother of a non-cuddling baby, can be enjoyable for 5 minutes but then quickly gets old. She's tired because she can't sleep, cranky because she won't eat, fussy because he teeth are killing her, and probably has bad breath because she's also started refusing to let me brush her teeth. And to make this whole experience even better? They haven't even broken through yet, so we have many more days of this to come.

So in summation: MOLARS!!!! YOU SUCK!!!!

And your cousins, the Wisdom Teeth? Oh.... my jaw STILL hurts from surgery last March. I'll get to you later.

Love,
MKO

recap

I know, I know, another flower for this month. I can't help it, I love hydrangeas, and my mother has a beautiful one in full bloom right now.

So.... where have a I been. For the first time (and sadly, probably the last time...) we went down to the Outer Banks in North Carolina to the mini town of Corolla. (pronounced Ca-RAW-la. Not Co-ROE-la, like the car). It was beautiful. We went down with all of Andrew's immediate family, which including the 3 of us is 20 people!. We stayed in a huge 10 bedroom house about a 1/4 mile away from the beach. It's really a perfect vacation spot. Of course it was over 100 degrees the first few days we were there, but that's what central air is for! My favorite part of our vacation was the tour Andrew and I took to see the wild horses. We saw a bunch of horses and I got some really great pictures. Driving to NC in one shot (overnight) is really hard. We didn't have a lot of choice in the matter because we have a 1 year old who hates the car with the fire of a thousand suns and we had to do most of the driving while she was asleep. If we ever go again, we'll have to split up the drive. We even had a 3rd driver with is (Andrew's nephew) and it was still really hard.

Some pictures of OBX

The house we stayed in, called Julie's Dream

niece and nephew hitting the beach after dinner:

Fambly! I know my hair is out of control, but it was over 100 degrees and windy. Not a whole lot I could do about it. Yes, Baby Girl is reaching for Elmo.

awwwww. Yup, that's my camera strapped across my chest. Nice, huh?

some of my sister in laws and brother in laws (yes, only some) on one of the decks.

wild horses!

do my eyes deceive me?

A few days ago I was driving to meet Andrew at work and I happened to be stopped at a red light. Two motorcycles were next to me. I don't claim to know a lot about motorcycles, but my driving instructor way back in the day had one and he taught us some basic safety techniques about them. The first being what to wear on a motorcycle. He strongly emphasized leather jackets, full pants, boots, and a full helmet. Then he described what road rash is and how painful it can be. All of what he said made complete sense to me, and if I ever have the chance to be on a motorcycle, I will probably heed his words of wisdom. I might not don the leather in the heat of the summer, but you can bet your booty that I would have pants and some sort of long sleeved shirt on. With nice, sturdy footwear.

Most motorcyclers I have seen have a good amount of protective gear on. Sure you see the guys with the helmet that is barely there and will do nothing to protect the brain should the wearer get into an accident, and the T-shirt and shorts guys, but in general I think people are pretty smart about it.

Then I saw the girl on the motorcycle next to me. Had I not been belted onto it, I would have fallen out of my seat.

She had the barely there helmet on. From that point down, it got worse.

Picture the scene: a spaghetti strap sundress. That did NOT cover her legs while she was sitting on the motorcycle. (she was a passenger). I know what color underoos she was wearing that day. Cheap plastic-looking flip flops. And that is it for clothing.

You might be shocked to read this part..... she was texting. On the back of a motorcycle. As it was moving.

Some people do not use the brains God gave them. Some people are dumber than that. She falls into the second category.