Well, it’s been quite an eventful week around here. Last Sunday we heard of multiple fires where we live. There were three fires in our area, later classified as one. Sadly, they were intentionally set, but the culprit has been caught. When we had a hard time finding updates, friends kept us in the loop. Most of the time we haven’t had much smoke at our place, but our town has been quite smoky. The other day we got to watch helicopters dumping water on the fire. We’re feeling grateful that our town has a river running through (where they’ve been able to get water to put out the fire), and grateful to all the firefighters working so hard to put the fire out and keep everybody safe. They’ve made good progress on getting the fire contained, and we’re thankful our sweet little town of Mapleton, Oregon is still standing!
Last week I brought Bracken to get a hair cut. He was due for one, but then he got a bunch of silly putty stuck in his hair, so it inspired me to get him there more quickly. When he was younger he had the same thing happen with modeling beeswax, but had forgotten all about it. Time went by, someone gifted him some silly putty, and the mushing-in-the-hair experiment happened again. He’s older now so I think he’ll remember how uncomfortable it felt to have it in his hair when we (gently) worked to get it out. (But the hairstyles he made each time looked really awesome despite the discomfort factor later.)
When I was little, some girls who sat behind me in choir stuck gum in my hair, and I remember my mom using peanut butter to get it out. We didn’t use any peanut butter, but I’m happy to say the silly putty is all out of his hair now. (Believe it or not, it was the very first case of silly-putty-in-the-hair they had seen at the salon.)
The other week I helped Jeff work on our taxes and got a terrible migraine. I guess working on taxes gives me migraines. Ha! We finally got them wrapped up over the weekend. And by we, I mean mostly him. I helped some this year, but he did the vast majority of the work. We’ve been getting more organized, which feels good, and which also makes the process easier each year. We were so relieved to have the taxes sent in, that task checked off our list, and that deadline no longer looming over us. Whew.
In exciting news, Bracken has his first loose tooth! My mom gave his tooth a name (Mr. Wobbly) and has been checking on the progress daily. My dad told him what my grandpa told all my aunts and uncles- that once the tooth fell out he better keep his tongue in there or a gold tooth would grow in. (That didn’t bother him though, because he thought growing a gold tooth sounded pretty great.) My mom’s impatient for the tooth to come out already, which I find quite comical, but I’m in no rush- the tooth will come out when it’s good and ready. Bracken has been proudly showing all our friends and wiggling it back and forth for them to see. The first loose tooth is a pretty exciting thing!