The weekend: Friday
Jul. 5th, 2009 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheFriday was a difficult day with lots of good bits. As usual in the heat, neither children nor I had enough sleep. I did some laundry and lured, tempted and harangued them out to get Emer to the dentist. They did eat breakfast and brush their teeth, before we left, so that was a considerable bonus in my scoring system. I brushed Emer's doll's teeth too, because I was asked to, and then said "There, that's Baby's teeth all done," whereupon I was scornfully informed "Him a doll, she hab no teef."
The biggest delay leaving the house was the discovery that the soft sweat-absorbing pads in Emer's cycle helmet had been removed, which, of course, alters the fit slightly. And leaves nasty scratchy velcro next to her skin. So I spent ages looking for them and then left the house without my OWN helmet, which I only noticed partway to town. We kept going.
At the dentist's, the children climbed up to look at the fish (Emer took her shoes off and put her socks on first because it involves kneeling or standing on a chair) and played with the bead toy. Then we were called in and we went upstairs. Emer was quite cheerful, and because we had brought her doll the dentist looked at the doll's teeth in the mirror ("NO teef!") first and then, miracle of miracles, Emer sat quietly on my lap and allowed the dentist to look at ALL her teeth properly, and then allowed the dentist to scratch them with the, ahahaha, Tooth Tickler, while Emer listened to hear the sound of it.
The verdict, friends and neighbours, is this: Emer's teeth are ok. The enamel is unpleasant to look upon, especially where it has healed up after eruption, but the damage was all pre-eruption, probably when she was ill at 6-8 months old, and there is no decay at all, none, not one bit. It's all cosmetic. Well, slightly relevant is that because the surface of the teeth is a little pitted, they are more prone to trapping sugar and bacteria than perfect teeth, but they are not notably weak in themselves.
I didn't cry.
We next went to John Lewis to get Linnea's feet measured and her shoes checked out. Sure enough, her feet are a size and a half wider than they were a few weeks ago when we bought all her shoes, which is probably why her toes were looking a bit squashed. So I got her a new pair of canvas runners, exactly like the old pair but wider. (I'm writing this two days later and the difference in Linnea's little toes is startling). The bit I'm leaving out is the waiting and trying on and checking and rechecking and running around and hiding behind displays while I paid and all that. I still didn't cry.
Then we went out and got the trike from the bike stands and brought it to the sausage man and got sausages inna buns and sat in the trike eating them, and then we cycled to the Forbury for a Slingmeet, which was pleasant and involved a lot of running around and playing.
Linnea went to the bandstand and met a small toddler, whom she tried to pick up. I ran over and stopped her, and the toddler's mother said something like "She really likes babies!" and I said "Oh yes, she wants me to have triplets," and the mother said "If you had triplets you'd end up in the river!" and I didn't cry. Or, in fact, say anything, though when I went back to the slingmeet I sanity-checked with some people and discovered that actually that's a weird thing to say anyway, even if one isn't hypersensitive.
In the Forbury, Emer wanted a drink, so I gave her a two-pound coin and sent her to find Linnea and ask Linnea to buy her a drink. Linnea took the money to the kiosk, accompanied by her new friend Ben, and bought a bottle of water. The kiosk attendant gave Ben the pound change, and he used it to buy another bottle of water, which... confused the grownups somewhat. It hadn't occurred to me that Linnea wouldn't buy a bottle for herself.
AFTER all that we went to the supermarket to buy imported out of season fruit and bought British berries instead. Yay summer. Then Rob came and we all went to see Darrell and Becky at the shop and then we came home and had pasta and salmon and peas.
The biggest delay leaving the house was the discovery that the soft sweat-absorbing pads in Emer's cycle helmet had been removed, which, of course, alters the fit slightly. And leaves nasty scratchy velcro next to her skin. So I spent ages looking for them and then left the house without my OWN helmet, which I only noticed partway to town. We kept going.
At the dentist's, the children climbed up to look at the fish (Emer took her shoes off and put her socks on first because it involves kneeling or standing on a chair) and played with the bead toy. Then we were called in and we went upstairs. Emer was quite cheerful, and because we had brought her doll the dentist looked at the doll's teeth in the mirror ("NO teef!") first and then, miracle of miracles, Emer sat quietly on my lap and allowed the dentist to look at ALL her teeth properly, and then allowed the dentist to scratch them with the, ahahaha, Tooth Tickler, while Emer listened to hear the sound of it.
The verdict, friends and neighbours, is this: Emer's teeth are ok. The enamel is unpleasant to look upon, especially where it has healed up after eruption, but the damage was all pre-eruption, probably when she was ill at 6-8 months old, and there is no decay at all, none, not one bit. It's all cosmetic. Well, slightly relevant is that because the surface of the teeth is a little pitted, they are more prone to trapping sugar and bacteria than perfect teeth, but they are not notably weak in themselves.
I didn't cry.
We next went to John Lewis to get Linnea's feet measured and her shoes checked out. Sure enough, her feet are a size and a half wider than they were a few weeks ago when we bought all her shoes, which is probably why her toes were looking a bit squashed. So I got her a new pair of canvas runners, exactly like the old pair but wider. (I'm writing this two days later and the difference in Linnea's little toes is startling). The bit I'm leaving out is the waiting and trying on and checking and rechecking and running around and hiding behind displays while I paid and all that. I still didn't cry.
Then we went out and got the trike from the bike stands and brought it to the sausage man and got sausages inna buns and sat in the trike eating them, and then we cycled to the Forbury for a Slingmeet, which was pleasant and involved a lot of running around and playing.
Linnea went to the bandstand and met a small toddler, whom she tried to pick up. I ran over and stopped her, and the toddler's mother said something like "She really likes babies!" and I said "Oh yes, she wants me to have triplets," and the mother said "If you had triplets you'd end up in the river!" and I didn't cry. Or, in fact, say anything, though when I went back to the slingmeet I sanity-checked with some people and discovered that actually that's a weird thing to say anyway, even if one isn't hypersensitive.
In the Forbury, Emer wanted a drink, so I gave her a two-pound coin and sent her to find Linnea and ask Linnea to buy her a drink. Linnea took the money to the kiosk, accompanied by her new friend Ben, and bought a bottle of water. The kiosk attendant gave Ben the pound change, and he used it to buy another bottle of water, which... confused the grownups somewhat. It hadn't occurred to me that Linnea wouldn't buy a bottle for herself.
AFTER all that we went to the supermarket to buy imported out of season fruit and bought British berries instead. Yay summer. Then Rob came and we all went to see Darrell and Becky at the shop and then we came home and had pasta and salmon and peas.
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Date: 2009-07-05 05:36 pm (UTC)"If you had triplets you'd end up in the river!" What the fucking fuck? Who says things like that?
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Date: 2009-07-06 02:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-06 05:27 pm (UTC)I am puzzled by two people: the drink-seller who did not hand the money back to the person who handed the money to them, and the woman who made that weird and inappropriate remark about triplets.
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Date: 2009-07-05 05:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-05 05:28 pm (UTC)I can't even parse what "end up in the river" would mean--I assume it's an idiom I'm not familiar with--but it seems a bizarre thing to say, regardless.
Also, Linnea paying and the kiosk guy giving her change to her friend, WTF.
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Date: 2009-07-05 08:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-05 09:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-11 02:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-05 05:30 pm (UTC)Hurrah for the good news about Emer's teeth! :-)
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Date: 2009-07-05 07:01 pm (UTC)Mega boo for weird lady. That's not the kind of thing you say to people you don't know.
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Date: 2009-07-05 07:44 pm (UTC)Yes, that is a strange thing to say, she must have a sadness somewhere.
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Date: 2009-07-05 09:27 pm (UTC)And the shoe thing! That makes me grin in memory, because I had huge feet as a child; I was altogether huge. My parents thought I'd be some kind of pituitary giant. Then, at fourteen, I stopped growing. Anyway, I can remember listening to my mother on the phone with a friend about my feet. *grin*
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Date: 2009-07-05 10:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-06 09:17 am (UTC)I'm bemused by the drinks vendor who gave the change to Ben rather than Linnea, though. If she bought the drink, surely she should get the change?
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Date: 2009-07-06 04:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-07 08:48 pm (UTC)and hugs