Thursday, March 24, 2016

Concert, orthodontist, and Houston's finger

There was a concert for the elementary kids tonight. Zane was completely excited about it, and was very nearly literally bouncing off the walls beforehand. They split the concert into younger kids and older kids, which is really helpful in keeping it from being so, so long

I'm obviously mostly interested in my kid's performance, but the entire concert was pretty entertaining this time. In the third grade, there was one boy who thoroughly amused me by standing perfectly still with a defiant expression the entire performance, straight up refusing to participate in any way. He didn't just not sing, he did not sing, even going so far as to hide behind classmates so the director couldn't see him. And then the "honor's choir" sang, and Katrina and Houston both have a number of friends in that choir. 

And then the fourth graders came on! And...the director immediately lined the entire front of the stage with big stands, so that nearly the entire audience couldn't actually see their kids. I feel like the music and band teachers do that kind of thing nearly every performance. We'll have a perfect view of the stage...and then just before the performance they stick something RIGHT in the way. I just don't understand. 

Zane was really, really happy. He smiled and smiled. He got to play the ukulele for one of the songs and did so with perfect rhythm. (He told me beforehand, "He's only taught us to strum. So that's not really playing.") 

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Katrina and Houston had an appointment at the orthodontist this morning. It was mostly to determine what they needed. The orthodontist looked at Houston and used words "Overjet - severe," and lots of other words that i didn't understand the meaning of at all, and ultimately said, "Well, we can definitely fix this. We might need to pull a couple of teeth, but we'll have to do x-rays and molds before we make a decision. Don't get too worried just yet."

And then he looked at Katrina and declared that her mouth just doesn't have the room for her permanent teeth, so her teeth are shifting over to be out of alignment, so she needs braces, but we should wait about 6 months so that more of her baby teeth have maybe come out. 

Um, also? I don't know if you're aware, but braces are expensive. Like, "I probably don't need my spleen, so maybe i could sell it on the black market" expensive. 

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We got home from school this afternoon, and as we were getting out of the car, Houston suddenly screamed bloody murder and started weeping and panicking. His finger totally got slammed in the sliding door of the van and stuck there, so he had to open the door to get it out. He told me later that he didn't even realize it was hurt until he couldn't walk away, and then he looked, and his finger was completely bent a crazy way, and he was convinced that it was completely, completely broken. Possibly unfixable. So he was picturing his life with one of his fingers bent and deformed forever. 

Even without being broken, it was pretty well smashed up. He immediately had a giant bruise across his finger. Poor little guy. We put ice on it for an hour or so, and it's much better already. Baby's first finger slammed in a car door. They don't have a slot for that in his baby book.

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