Adventures in Juggling

This week the coming attraction is a little bit more than 19 inches long and the finishing touches on all her organs are being completed.

Meanwhile, Holly, is not enjoying the heat wave we have had this past week. I remind her that it could be worse, she could be living here in the Central Valley while she is nine months pregnant AND it is August!

You might say a little prayer for her today. Yes Holly, I said say a little prayer! Get over it! Holly has a mole on her neck that has grown exponentially over the last couple of weeks and then started bleeding. Her midwife took one look at it earlier this week and referred her immediately to a dermatologist. She is going to have the mole removed and biopsied this afternoon.

At the end of what has proven to be an almost perfect day here under the Big Top, there will be a visit from someone light and airy and fluttering gossamer wings.

MY amazing, awesome, sweet baby boy lost his first tooth this evening during dinner. No, really. He LOST HIS FIRST TOOTH! He swallowed it. He then spent the rest of the evening pushing his tongue through the gap proudly proclaiming that today he is truly growing up. He also begged that we call his kindergarten teacher and everyone else at the school that he could think of like NOW! I distracted him with the great news that just because he lost that pearly white he was going to wake up the next morning to find MONEY under his pillow.

Is this a freakin’ awesome world or what?

So how much do you think that pink tutu-ed tooth fairy should leave the boy? How much are baby teeth worth in your neck of the woods?

Oh boy am I ever glad that Hallmark doesn’t make cards like that! This arrived here under the Big Top this morning. Okay everyone, ooooohhh and aaaaaahhh with me now.

How lucky this girl is.

Her mommy and daddy were married twenty-five years ago today and she was born twelve years ago today.

Happy birthday my baby, my love, my heart, my joy, my Jodie Grace Wynonna.

Happy TWENTY-FIFTH anniversary!!!

I’ll be honest that there are days when you irritate the hell out of me but still I’m happy to be stuck with you! Honestly, I couldn’t imagine being stuck with anyone else much less someone else wanting to be stuck with me. I love you even if you still won’t put the toilet paper on the roller.

You love me,

Lo

A random thought that crossed my mind:

Ever have one of those days where you wonder why Hallmark doesn’t sell cards that say something like “Happy Anniversary, Jerk!”

Yeah, me neither.

But then again I might be on to something.

I probably need to sleep on it.

Seen at a Burger King.

While I read this description I couldn’t help but think about wine and food pairing.

This was the soap provided by the Crowne Plaza in San Jose.

Seriously, this place rocks! When you book your stay there (by way of my travel website) and I know you will, tell them that Laura sent you.

I bet some of you thought that I forgot about that bloggy book giveaway. Relax. I was just a little bit distracted or hindered. I had to work last night and then there was this unexpected little thing called a gallbladder attack that kept me just a wee bit distracted. Ay yi yi! That dang gallbladder nearly killed me. But once again vicodin proved to be my very good friend.

So here we are, the winners of the juggler’s bloggy book giveaway courtesy of Hatchette Book Group USA.

Here is your completely unbiased name draw-er.

Don’t judge me. I DID brush his hair before I took this picture. And then he promptly messed it up right before I took this picture.

And the winners are

Congratulations Lennie Locken, lcsa99, Shana, Asthmagirl and Evil Chef Mom. Daniel has chosen you! Now I promise that I am not an axe murderer or some weird psycho stalker person so if you trust me (you do trust me, don’t you?), please email me your address so we can send your book a.s.a.p. Send it to nicurnmama at aol dot com.

In celebration of multi-cultural week in Daniel’s class, he has been asked to decorate a flag, dress a cut-out person and answer questions that represents his cultural heritage. Easy right?

Well we could focus on the rich Irish and Scottish heritage of his father’s family tree. Or perhaps we can explore the German, Swedish and English roots of Mommy’s ancestors. Or we can delve into the Russian legacy of his biological line.

He chose Russia. So now we must answer a couple of questions. One favorite cultural food would be…I’m thinking that vodka would not be the appropriate answer to give for a kindergarten project. We settled on pancakes because Daniel likes pancakes. Another question is to name something special about my country’s culture. Sorry, mommy keeps on coming back to vodka. We settled on music, art, books and food.

I’m thinking that we need to explore and learn much, much more about the rich legacy that my son has grafted to our family tree. We make no secret of the fact that he is adopted nor do we intend to try to hide information that his biological parents chose to share with us (not much aside from their education and medical history). We have known all along that his biological mother was a Russian immigrant and have often told him that he is the Russian leprechaun here under the Big Top. Still he has yet to really ask pointed questions about the adoption and his own personal familial legacy. I am sure those questions will come someday. Perhaps his desire to celebrate his Russian ethnicity with this class project is the first step towards his search to know more about himself, who he is and where he came from. Or perhaps it is because he likes pancakes so much. Nevertheless it is a reminder to me that we need to learn more about his legacy because there is much more to it than the vodka mommy likes in her pomegranate martinis.