A blowout

Face painting and swimming,
 not a good mix.

The neighborhood pool party was on Saturday, and it was a long day.  So again, nothing got done.  Well, not really nothing.  We did stay at the pool almost all day, we won a $15 Whataburger gift card and a Nerf pool bomb in the door prize drawings, and Simon got a beet red sunburn on his neck.  Oh, and Leah got her tooth knocked out.  The injury report said "front right medial incisor".  It's so nice being married to a first repsonder, especially when it's your child that has blood running down her face and is crying uncontrollably.  As for Leah, she was fine.

Look, ma! No teeth!

Turns out that another kid accidentally hit her in the face with his foot, in the melee that was the shallow end.  It was her baby tooth, so it was going to come out anyway, but now, she's a toothless wonder, because the other one is missing as well.  *sigh*  So, the pool manager was stressed that the tooth was lost, so I casually told Leah to go find it, once she was feeling better.  I told her the Tooth Fairy needed it.  I'll be damned if the child didn't come back, not even five minutes later, tooth in hand, with a big gappy grin.  David was happy they weren't going to have to vacuum the pool.  It's a big pool.

We were all exhausted by the time we got home, so I spent a bit of time finishing off my first week's unit of school work, and then convincing the girls to go to bed.  Leah has been determined that I will read to them every night.  I mean, I do read to them every night, but some nights they are so tired, me reading really doesn't make any difference, their eyes are closed as soon as they hit the pillow.  We've been reading the Wizard of Oz series by L. Frank Baum for the past few months, and they love it.  I try to point out things in life that the book characters encounter, and remind them of things they've learned (vocabulary, ethics, etc.).  They really enjoy it.  Leah keeps wanting to see the movie version of the books we're reading.  Unfortunately, they didn't make movies, or even cartoons, of all the books.

The only suitable mate for the Scarecrow.

So Sunday wasn't any better.  We had yet ANOTHER pool party, this one across town: a goodbye for a young friend that had been here in the hospital.  He's going home to finish his chemotherapy and finally get a chance to start school and a normal life.  My kids are so lucky.  But I digress.  Now it's the end of the week, and I have nothing to show for it aside from a few blog entries, a few empty bottles of sun block, and a few loads of towels and bathing suits.  I dread the rising of the sun tomorrow when it all starts again.  Deep breath out.  Deep breath in...