June has kind of gone by in a fast blur. Matt was gone two weeks of the month (one week for a business trip in Portland and one week for the guy's canoe trip), we had to pack (we're moving on July 5th), and I took on a babysitting job for a friend for about 30 hours a week. Needless to say we just seemed busy all the time.
Here is a note Mikelle wrote to Matt with chalk on the drive way for Father's Day. It says "Father, you have the biggest fart, opps! I meant heart"
Snuggling on the couch at Grandma and Grandpa's house
Ty wearing Matt's shorts. He thought he was pretty cool.
Mikelle's tooth accident. Mikelle has had some teeth problems for what seems like forever. She had cavities that we kept meaning to get fixed. We finally went in one day to the dentist and she freaked out. The poor dentist tried to almost an hour to convince her to get her shot so he could fix her teeth but she refused to open her mouth. Finally he said that he couldn't do anything and that she would have to go to another dentist who could sedate her. Well, just so happens my friend Cindy stopped by the day before that to visit for a few minutes on her way home from taking her daughter Lana to the dentist. She lives in Stockton and comes all the way to Provo to get any dental work done because she said this dentist was the absolute best (which is over an hour drive from her house!).
So I called Cindy to get the dentist info and we took Mikelle in. It went perfectly. The first dentist said we had to pull Mikelle's back tooth and get a space maintainer in, this dentist said the tooth could be saved. They would just do a root canal and then put a crown on (and Mikelle thinks her silver tooth is the coolest thing ever). Valium and laughing gas are a life saver! He did half the work and we made an appointment for a couple days later to finish it. THE NEXT DAY, we were at my parent's house playing on their new swing set and Mikelle slipped on one of the bars and came straight down and hit her mouth on a metal bar. It knocked out one baby tooth (another baby tooth was already gone) and pushed her two tooth front teeth (that are adult teeth) completely into her gums. She is a bit of a drama queen and everyone heard her screaming so we all ran over to the sliding glass door. I saw a little bit of blood on her finger and thought she just got a little cut so I immediately started telling her to calm down and stop screaming. We went into the bathroom and that's when she said "Mom, look, my grown up teeth are gone!" Then I saw her finger point to where four front teeth were missing. She had hit the metal bar so hard that if you look there is actually a teeth line indent.
We called the dentist and he met us that night and took x-rays and said her front teeth would slowly work themselves back down within a couple months and the swelling would go down in a couple weeks. He said if the teeth lived he could just fix the chips that both teeth had, but if they died he would have to put caps on both. SO, they are coming down slowly but surely and so far they are still alive. (This picture was taken about a week after it happened).
Hobo dinners in the new fire pit
