Teeth, Part Deux

We have more teeth flying out of mouths around here on the farm than at any amateur boxing ring!

The Littlest Princess celebrated with chocolate


Robot boy stands for clear gender differences.

He likes all things with motors and steel and action. Chocolate pales in comparison.

Losing baby teeth is a tremendous right of passage when you are so young that your life isn't even measured in double digits yet.

When asked how he would like to celebrate his "gappiness" he said

"I want to drive the truck like my big sister does"

Usually, he is happy enough doing this



while I say hold on! and go about one mile an hour with my foot on the brake while HE laughs and says
GO FASTER!

But losing your two front teeth can change your life.

Qualify you for more mature privileges.



Its all part of what makes growing old great!

Forsooth! The Tooth!

Its hard to be seven years old and see your pals lose their teeth while yours are stayin firmly put!

So when your turn finally comes and you get to have a nice gappy smile it is a day to celebrate



and between bites of chocolate ice cream...

show the world your new snaggle smile!

Wednesday's Round Up

What is it about the number 1 lately? Today is 1-11-11.

What today is not:

The first of the week. It is in fact the middle of the week.

So we have this plethora of ones showing up right in the middle of the week.

cool

Other cool midweek things:

The rooster, Roo, has been crowing anxiously this morning at the window. On closer inspection, the sunlight has turned the glass into a mirror. Would it do any good to tell him that it is himself he is seeing?

Probably not.

In it, Roo sees his competition.
His worst nightmare, his adversary, his foe.
He is careful to keep the chair between him and the enemy.
He only stops crowing to look around nervously and wonder where the hens are.
They are of course, enjoying pecking and searching for bugs.
They have no time for rooster shenanigans.
Lets hope the suns upward course ends the reflective factor soon, poor Roo is starting to sound hoarse...

Meet Viceroy:

Viceroy isn't afraid of his own reflection unlike Roo. This may be due to the fact that there are no windows in Viceroys world but has to be due at least in part, to the fact that as herd bull, Viceroy reigns supreme in his world. His sovereignty isn't questioned, least of all by himself.

Viceroy meets Minnie!

Check out Minnie's body language. She would back up mid air if she could, doesn't she look like she's having fun?

Minnie is a monarch in her own right but the reigning title has to go to Emme perched atop her hay bale throne.

But the true star of the day is Dilly (my daughter in law) for dropping by with these.

Arent Wednesdays wonderful?

1/1/11 {playing with numbers}

"One is the loneliest number," wrote songwriter Harry Nilsson.

Quirky combos of numbers fascinate us. Just last month we had 12/11/10


What will you be doing when the clock strikes 11 on the 11th day of January 2011?

This year also brings us Sept. 10, 2011 (9-10-11)


And don’t forget, 314 days from now it will be November 11, 2011 (11-11-11)

I guess Veterans will consider that a Veterans Day extravaganza

Of course, this is all trivial compared to the doomsday predictions for 2012. If the planet is still rotating in the heavens after Dec. 12, 2012, the Mayans have predicted a cataclysmic event will occur Dec. 21, 2012. That will be on a Friday, which should make it more convenient for those who are planning end-of-the-world parties yet have to be on time for work the next Monday.


If nothing else, we could savor the date for the simple fact that apart from 11/11/11 in November and 12/12/12 in December next year, the next such date will be a decade later, on 2/2/22.

Jus sayin
(and playing with numbers)