The tooth fairy came to Oakwood! She gives a dollar extra when there is the added suckage of not being in your own home (or having your own home, for that matter) when you lose a tooth. I immediately looked under MY pillow, but there was no Xanax under there. What about MY pain and suffering? I'm one more phone call to Verizon customer service away from putting my pajamas on for a year like I did right after we moved to Whidbey Island.
Our UAB arrived, so, yay, new toys! We still don't have a date for our HHE to arrive, so, boo, more apartment living. Also, I already got my first phone call at home from a teacher. Ruh-roh! It was Grace's teacher, wondering about Grace's previous school experience and why she dallies so much between subjects. I explained that Grace is used to the "island way" of doing things, i.e., goofing off for a while during transitions. Grace has also been complaining that "everyone talks really fast here, and it's hard to chat with a friend while listening to the teacher". I know! What's the teacher's problem, right?
I spent 3 hours trying to get home from Ikea yesterday. The traffic here is a bit worse than Seattle, but what makes it really crazy is all the honking. Nobody honks at you in Seattle, but here, if you hesitate even a millisecond at a light, the person behind you leans on their horn. Now, don't even get me started on the traffic on Whidbey Island. At the one-and-only stop light. Sometimes, there would be a backup of, like, four cars during busy times.
I'd like to report on how Mitch is doing at his second week on the job, and as soon as I have a chance to ask him, I'll let you know. School and homework and getting up at 5:30 (3:30 PST!) are kicking our asses right now. The picture below doesn't have anything to do with anything. It was just a rare moment that Olivia wasn't punching a sibling that I was able to capture on film.