All Hail the Dermatologist

For the past three months, I have been going to the dermatologist as my skin decided to revert back to the age of 15. We tried a couple of antibiotics, but my body didn't react well with them, so I stopped that. She also has given me a chemical peel the last two times I went. Combine that with my new favorite product, Dove's SkinVitalizer Facial Cleansing Massager* and Differin at night, my face has NEVER looked better. The texture is just amazingly smooth. I am in awe of my skin, and I have never felt that way.

I've also been using mineral powder foundation, which I've fallen in love with as well. It's so easy to put on. Yea for good skin!

*If you don't want to get the battery operated part of the massager, the pillows by themselves would probably provide adequate exfoliation. It's not so much though that it's irritating.

P.K Phone Home

Peyton made his first telephone call to a person outside of our family last night and let me just say I think it was one of the cutest things I have ever witnessed. He started off by asking me why Tyler didn't come over to play with him. I answered that I wasn't sure, but it may have something to do with the fact that it was raining and dark out. So then I asked him if he wanted to call Tyler. He said yes and even agreed to ask for him. I dialed the number and handed Peyton the phone. This was my side of the conversation.

"Tyler?"
"Tyler?" Bewildered look at me.

Me whispering, "Ask to talk to Tyler."

"Can I talk to Tyler?"

Apparently it started to take to long for Peyton's liking because he started to sing, "Tyyyylllleeeer, Tyyyylllleeerrr."

Peyton then gave me the bewildered look again and handed me the phone. I could hear Tyler's family talking in the background and his mother say, "The phone's for you."

Finally, Tyler answered.

"Tyler?"

Me whispering, "Tell him it's Peyton."

"Peyton."
"Why didn't you come over?"

Then Peyton put it on speaker phone so I could translate. Tyler answered that his mom said he couldn't because it was a school night.

Peyton replied, "It's ok if you get wet. Boys can get wet." (Larry had told him that earlier in the day when it was raining.) I explained that Tyler couldn't come over because it was too late. Then Peyton just stopped talking. I prompted him to talk.

"Tyler"

"yeeeahhhh?" Tyler replied, clearly not impressed with Peyton's phone skills.

Whispered by me "Tell him you'll see him this weekend."

"I'll see you this weekend."

Whispered, "Talk to you later."

"Talk to you later."

Whispered, "Bye."

"Bye."

Whew! I may not have to worry about him getting married till he's 30.

Adventures in Puppy Sitting

Friday morning on the way to work, I passed an English Bulldog and Shitzu running down the road together. As I drove past, I contemplated what I should do about it and by the time I reached the next light, I decided to turn around and see if I could help. I thought there would be someone near by screaming for their dogs to come home, but no such luck. As I drove back to where I saw the dogs, the bulldog ran right out in front of my car and I quickly pulled into the turn lane to try and nab her before she got ran over. Thankfully, the puppy was very friendly and hopped right in my car. I circled around, but still didn't see anyone looking for a dog and the Shitzu had disappeared as well.

I drove on to work thinking I could decide what to do then. I called our friends who live in the neighborhood near where I picked the little guy up, but she didn't know anyone with a bulldog. She said she would keep an eye out for signs.

At work, the puppy feasted on Ritz crackers and water as I talked it over with my coworker what we should do. A quick trip to the vet revealed that the dog had a microchip, but it wasn't registered. So home the puppy went with us. Larry was less than thrilled, but what was I going to do?

That night, I pulled out Zeus' old, old crate and set it up for the new visitor. What started off as a fun adventure, quickly turned into what was I thinking? The puppy was so hyper that Shey was scared of her, and although she was very sweet, she was also super possessive of the chew toys we gave her. Then there was the 4 o'clock in the morning bark to be let out. Ahhhhh!

At 9 the next morning, our phone rang and it was our friend calling to say that she had seen a sign for a lost bulldog and called to let them know the dog had been found. She said the woman was hysterical on the phone and hung up before our friend could tell her that I didn't live in the same neighborhood. Not a problem, I replied, I will bring the dog over now.

About 30 minutes later, the owner finally showed up and was so grateful. She helps run an English Bulldog rescue and the dog I found was staying at a "foster parents" house when she got out. Also, she was set for adoption next week. So, yea for my good deed. Also yea for an experience to prove to me that I do not really want a puppy or a baby even though I have been having baby fever lately. The whole experience just emphasized how much easier having a 5 and almost 3 year old is than a little baby.

Just a Little Technical Difficulty

Ecery week, Peyton brings home site words to help with his reading. This week included the word "see"

Me: Ok, sound it out. What letter is that?

Peyton: S

Me: Ok, how does S go>

P: ssssssss

Me: Ok, two e's together make it a long vowel, that's eeeee.

P: eeeeee

Me: Now, put it all together. What do you get?

P: It?

Me: . . .

September 11

This day holds such bittersweet memories for me. As many of you who either know me in real life, or have met me through here know, on September 11, 2001 at 6:15 or so in the morning, I found out I was pregnant with Peyton and our lives changed forever. Then barely 3 hours later, the attacks occurred and the world as a whole changed forever.

The first event was over a year and a half in the making, the second, who knows.

The first event filled me with wonder, happiness and fear, the second, terror and wondering what kind of place was I bringing a baby in to.

I remember mom calling me to see if I was ok and if I had heard while I was calling her to tell her she was going to be a grandmother. My emotions bounced from thrilled apprehension to nervous dread.

Today, especially, I pray for all those children who lost parents on that fateful day, for the mothers and fathers who are raising their children alone, and for the rest of us, that we may never feel that way again.

Our life (in bullet points)

- Already had a conference Tuesday with Peyton's teacher. Apparently, last week, he was hitting kids whenever they bothered him and talking excessively. This week, he didn't hit anyone, but is still talking excessively. I consider that an improvement.

- I also found out that this is his teacher's first year teaching and there are a large amount of boys in kindergarten this year. Great.

- Shey is potty trained. Whoop.

- Bathroom, still not done. Not whoop

- I think the anti-depressants are working, but I am just bored with work right now. I'm really ready to be a school mom.

- Huh, that's all I can think of. (see above bored)