Getting Lost

Yesterday I mentioned that I was going to Columbia to return some ferns for a friend and I did.

And I got lost.

More than once.

It was fortuitous though because I’d never been to Columbia and I couldn’t have known that they had a very cool, historic downtown. Like Franklin only this one could be way cooler if they did some publicizing…and refurbishing. And I didn’t have my camera so I can’t show you what it looked like. Sorry. If (when) I go back I’ll take some pictures. There are so many cities around here that have historic downtown areas that are fantastic but you never hear of them. Lebanon, Gallatin and Columbia, I know there are more but I guess you just have to stumble on them.

But back to the story, I ended up not taking the right turn and saw ahead of me what looked like a capitol building. It was Columbia’s courthouse built in the middle of the town square with shops built all around it. Halle said, “Mommy can we get out right now?” So we did. We went into a toy store and then an antique shop where I found a bicycle helmet (really) and then I found these…

Pretty, huh? My favorite is the blue, of course.

There were a couple of ladies in the shop, the owner and an apparent acquaintance, and I got some very good tips for the next time I can “kraut”, as in “sauer”. I thanked her for her “old wives tale” wisdom and said that the next time I canned kraut, which would be never, I’d keep it in mind. She gave me a shove on my arm and laughed so I think we’re best friends now. I like those gals. And apparently Columbia is constructing a river walk so I think I’ll visit again. This time with a camera in hand.


Locked Out

Friday was a day that I had big plans for. I’d been stuck inside the house since the previous Sunday and was really ready to be out.

It’s not actually the snow itself that keeps us inside. It’s once the snow gets smooshed and freezes and turns to ice that keeps us house-bound. It looks like this…

The driveway gets patches of it and I’m not even trying to get out. Travis does. He (almost) always goes to work when the rest of Nashville stays home. Call me a chicken if you want to but I’m not backing down the hill when it’s like that.

Travis will back it out for me though. Which he did on Friday. I had an appointment with Rhonda, my hair fixer extraordinaire at 10 am. If you know the Button girls at all, you know that’s early for us. As I was flying through the house, I mentioned that I needed to warm up the car. Chloe said, “I can do it, Dad taught me how”. I was cautious but I remembered him teaching her and I hadn’t dried my hair yet so I let her. I briefly thought about warning her to not lock the door but since I can’t get her to lock the house door to save my life, I didn’t worry about it.

We were finally ready to go and we headed out the door. I didn’t have my keys since they were in the car and was only able to lock the door knob. You see where this is going? We got to the bottom of the hill where the car was parked and the doors were locked.

The kid who never, ever locks the car doors, locked the car door. I’ve walked outside to see the doors wide open after she went to retrieve something. Travis has found them unlocked when he leaves for work in the morning. The kid doesn’t lock anything. Except this one time.

I called Rhonda and rescheduled for the afternoon (that’s the big advantage of getting your hair cut by someone that works from home) and called Travis to rescue us. I called Amanda too but she was at work.

Travis called a few minutes later to check on us and I asked him if he was going to work from home for the rest of the day (it takes a while to get here from Nashville). And he said he hadn’t even thought of it. He just knew we were in trouble and that it was 22 degrees outside and had to get home. I hadn’t realized it was 22 degrees.

I spent the next half hour or so talking to Travis and trying to keep the girls out of the snow and trying to convince them that we weren’t going to starve or freeze to death. Chloe did her best MacGyver impersonation. I had to keep her from trying to break in the house. In the end, we were in a huddle. I wasn’t really that cold but they were.

Travis rescued us and took the girls inside and I was able to use the hair dryer to warm up little feet and calm frazzled/complainy girls.

Travis was able to have lunch with us and we still ran our errands. I had to scratch Bathos off the list because we just didn’t have time (although I really could have used a bath fizzy that day). We did get the paint for Chloe’s room, it’s lavender verbena from Martha Stewart’s collection at Home Depot. And I had an extra house and car key made.

We had dinner with Amanda that night and as I was relaying the story she (jokingly) asked if I’d done it on purpose to have something to write about. What? No, I didn’t lock the kids and I out in 22 degree weather in order to have something to write about. I will never resort to frost bite for a story. These things happen. It’s just one thing in a long line of things that makes Travis shake his head and laugh at me.

Oh, and I seem to have lost my new house key.

Goodbye Dolphin Teeth

Dolphin teeth? You’ll just have to see for yourself.

Ok, that picture is frightening. But Halle had two extra teeth that grew in once she lost her two front baby teeth and she loved making that face and hiss/growling. It wasn’t my favorite thing. Initially we called the first one her egg tooth because it was growing in very pointy. As they progressed, we called them shark teeth. It wasn’t teasing, just sort of a nickname. And then she decided they would be her dolphin teeth because she loves dolphins and wanted to be called dolphin girl. She has a pretty healthy self-esteem. So much so that she did not want to lose them. Unfortunately, we didn’t really give her a choice in the matter. Her permanent teeth are way up in the roof of her mouth, waiting to come down and well, the dolphin teeth had to go. I have to say though,  that every time Halle has lost a tooth it’s been traumatic. She’s the only child I’ve ever met that mourns the loss of her teeth.

“Oh, my beautiful tooth is gone! Gone! Why?!?”. And on it goes for a couple of hours or even the whole day. Those aren’t my favorite days.

This picture is better. She’s a cute little dolphin girl.

We took her to the dentist this morning and I told her she’d be loopy like Jimmy Neutron was in one of his cartoons. The one with the Brain Drain thing if that helps. But even once she was loopy she’d ask when she was going to be loopy but it was more like she was drunk. It was really painful for Travis and I to watch because it was so pitiful. We just felt really bad. Then they let us take her back and I kept expecting them to tell us to leave. But they never did.

I’m not the one that cleans up icky messes around here. If somebody barfs then Travis is the one to clean it up. I have a weak stomach. I first found this out when I was about three. A baby spit up and I saw it and well, that was that. I tried to outgrow it. I even applied for a medical technologist position out of high school (they assist in surgeries). I’m very thankful to have blown that interview.

Back to the dentist office…

I hung in well there for a while. I  held on to Halle’s foot while I looked at the floor. Until I heard the pulling sound and I felt a rush of heat to my face followed quickly by a very cold sensation. That’s happened before and I didn’t want them to have to pick me up off the floor so I had to leave. I’m very thankful for my husband who stayed (and actually watched) the whole time. I tell him often that he should have been a doctor. He actually finds that kind of thing fascinating. Although I don’t anticipate any career changes around here.

When we left Halle was irrational and highly upset about losing her teeth. “I won’t look beautiful anymore! I won’t be able to talk right! I want my mommy!”. She really believed that her dolphin teeth made her beautiful. I love that about her. And now she’s playing video games with Chloe. She was definitely a trooper…she’s getting lots of ice cream today.