Dental Appointments and Gardening Metaphors

Life Update

This week has been one of those completely exhausting weeks. On Monday Mason started running a fever. He was cranky, but it was nothing a nap and some Tylenol couldn't fix. On Tuesday night, Rhett started running a fever too. Ibuprofen helped (He hates Tylenol because it's pink instead of orange), but juggling two sick kids while still getting Kender to his tennis camp every day was tiring.

Mason has been so sweet and snuggly! Isn't this the most precious picture ever!?

He's been teething and fussy again, so looking back on these pictures helps bring me back to my happy place 😊

Trip To The Dentist

On Thursday, the boys seemed to have recovered from their fevers. And good thing, because Kender and Rhett had dental appointments that afternoon. Kender is so good at caring for his teeth. He brushes them well for at least 2 minutes, and even uses a kids mouthwash.

Big brothers trying to help baby brother feel better
Big brothers trying to help baby brother feel better

Rhett on the other hand... Not so much. He's better about it now, but in his toddler days we used to have to pin him down to brush his teeth. He absolutely hated it, and some days it just wasn't worth the fight. So, this being his first real dental appointment, I was sure he'd have 15 cavities and need to have all his teeth pulled.

Kender always does awesome for our dentist, and he is such a good example for Rhett


Ryan took the boys to their appointment for me because I was tired from dealing with cranky boys and running around all week. I was anxious for them to come home so I could hear how things went with Rhett. Much to my surprise, both boys are completely cavity free!! What a relief!




Here we are at Friday and phew! TGIF. Except Ryan has a weird schedule and we homeschool, so TGIF means nothing to us. 

Garden Update

Our corn is huge! Rhett loves to frolic between the stalks.

corn stalks

I learned that you should research when to pick your spaghetti squash before you actually pick it, or else you might pick your squash way too early. So now we have 5 spaghetti squash that we are hoping will ripen properly by sitting in the window and on the porch. Fortunately there are another 5 still on the plant, and I will leave them there until they are sufficiently yellow regardless of how huge they are!

Squash ripening in the window sill

Here is our green bean harvest! The original plan was to can them, but things have been busy with all the sick and fussy children, and we are canning peaches soon, so we are going to be freezing some veggies this year. I froze some zucchini today, and these guys will go in the freezer as soon as I finish processing them.

Green Beans

I got this beautiful bouquet from my yard! Gardening is not only therapeutic, but I feel like it's totally a metaphor for life. My rose bush was getting pretty big and had lots of buds on it. The leaves were looking a little strange, but I decided to leave it alone and see what happened. 

Rose and Daisy Bouquet

When the rose buds started to bloom, they were a little gross looking. So I decided to clip off those roses, along with any diseased looking leaves. The bush was left looking a little scraggly, but it soon gave me big, gorgeous, sweet-smelling roses! I did the same thing to the scraggly lemon balm start that a friend gave me, and now it's getting some awesome new growth too! And I cut that thing all the way down to a stick.

Sunflower and Rose Bouquet
The less-than-stellar roses

Pink Hybrid Tea Roses
Big pretty rose!

Lemon Balm

It reminds me of the story about the currant bush.

"How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.” That’s what I thought I heard the currant bush say, and I thought it so much that I answered. I said, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and some day, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down, for caring enough about me to hurt me. Thank you, Mr. Gardener.’” - Elder Hugh B. Brown

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