Sunday, June 12, 2011

Pentecost Sunday

Come Holy Spirit
and fill the hearts of your faithful,
and kindle in us the fire of your love.
Send forth your Spirit
and we shall be created.
And you shall renew the face of the earth.

Monday, June 6, 2011

And now he's eight!

And what an adventure to eight it turned out to be.
Thursday evening my little man was involved in a head to chin collision which lead to a two and half hour emergency room visit. His bottom teeth were pushed up far enough to puncture the gums directly behind the upper front two teeth. (Lots of blood!) All looked ok enough to be sent home with instructions to head to the dentist in the am. The instructions also included lots of popsicles and ice cream on the menu to help reduce some of the swelling. So, Friday morning, after being wished a quick happy birthday by his siblings, off we went to visit the dentist (after all, which kid wouldn't want to spend their birthday morning in a dental office.) After x-rays, it was confirmed that the front teeth were pretty loose and would need to be splinted. Lawrence is now sporting a very attractive wire metal strip that is adhered to his two front teeth and the tooth on each side. His activity and diet are restricted for two weeks as we wait to see if the teeth tighten up in there again. We are praying the two front ones will survive!

After hearing that he is only allowed soft foods for two weeks, there was great fear that his birthday dinner would need to be postponed. After assuring the dentist that I would cut his pizza into less than bite size pieces, Lawrence was given the "go ahead". And much to his pleasure, he was also informed he could eat lots and lots of ice cream and have a nice large piece of cake to go with it; after all, they would be considered "soft foods". (Of course he had to also agree that he would rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth really well when finished). So, thankfully, the birthday dinner proceeded as planned.

Cake... yum!!

What caused this excitement you might ask...

A nerf machine gun, of course!
(Sometimes, garage sales really pay off)

Thanks, Mark, for the cool spider.
(Even mom likes this one! She's not too fond of the "natural" spiders creeping through her house)
Happy Birthday, my little man!
Thanks for handling all the excitement so well. You're a tough little cookie!
And such a cute one too!
We love you!