Ooops!

Has it really been 18 days since I've posted. Ooops. Sorry! Things have been crazy here. We've been super busy, so rather than try to catch up on everything, I'll fill you in on the highlights and move forward from there.

First day of Preschool- He was nervous on the first day, but has done fantastic since then.

No pictures of the Bugg's first day. He wouldn't let me. But now (2 weeks in) he's doing great. We had tears for the first few days (these early mornings have been a little bit hard on him). He doesn't have any friends from last year in his class, but he has started to make some new ones, and he says he gets to see his friends at recess, so all is good.

First day of Soccer

The boys started Soccer the Saturday after school started (on the 11th), they are both playing this year because there is no way that Beefy would have let us go another year without signing him up. They play in different leagues, because Buggy's league doesn't have a U5 team, so we've had a bit of a problem with overlapping schedules. But, they are having a great time and it's good for them (added bonus).

The Tooth

Tooth #3 finally came out this week. It's been wiggly since before school let out in June and has just been holding on for a couple of weeks now. He showed it to me at breakfast on Monday, but wouldn't let me pull it. We talked about what to do if he lost it at school, and I sent him on his way. Sure enough he came home holding his little tooth case, grinning from ear to ear. he was so happy that he got to loose his tooth at school, and go to the nurses office. It was the first day since school started that he come home with some of his lunch left (apparently loosing a tooth while eating a sandwich tends to cut into your lunch time, and heaven forbid you miss recess).

And finally, just cause she's so silly:

The Smile

This is the baby's newest trick. Whenever you say "smile", this is the face she makes. Stretched back cheeks and bottom teeth sticking out. It is hilarious - the picture so doesn't do it justice. So I guess you'll just have to come over to see it for yourself.

Anyway, that's a little of what's been going on in our neck of the woods lately. Until next time...

Venting

To the lady at the bank's call center who took my call yesterday:

Thank you for taking the time out of what I'm sure is a most stimulating existence (answering phones and taking information) to speak to me, and subsequently ruin my day. I hope it gave you pleasure.

I appreciate that you think that it is your business to advise me on how I should spend my money so that the refinance I am seeking would not be necessary, but frankly - IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

I guess I can see where you don't understand how I can tithe 10% of our income to our church; but, I am appalled that you think it was alright ask me to consider "cutting that donation in half", and then (after I told you we were unwilling to do that) for you to tell me that I "need to consider whether it is more important to be in good standing with [my] church, or put a roof over [my] kid's head" (seriously, a direct quote).

It's bad enough that you had the gall to take a stab at my faith, but when you call into question my fitness as a parent as part of it, that is when you go from tasteless to downright inappropriate. I can promise that our less-than-desirable mortgage situation is not so desperate that I am willing to listen to your criticism.

Last time I checked, Religious discrimination was illegal in your line of work (yes, I have worked in the banking industry, thank you very much - although I have no experience in a call center. Maybe their standards are different.) Also, I'm pretty sure that a company that allows their employees to suggest how a person practices their religion is not a company that will be getting my money for much longer if I can help it.

I guess it is a good I spoke to you so that I can know how to be a better parent. I'm sure it must feel like a blessing to have the talent of being able to tell people how to take care of their family after only a few minutes on the phone with them. You must be so proud.

Please expect a call placed by me (or possibly my husband-he's almost more angry than I am) to your manager. Just call it a testament to your fantastic customer service.

Have a nice day!


For those of you unfamiliar with sarcasm, the previous is dripping with it.

Also, thanks for letting me vent a little. I feel better now.