Pumpkin Carving/Wassail Party 2012

This past summer, we learned that three of Dentist Husband's siblings were moving back to Utah.  My first thought was, "Oh, our Pumpkin Carving/Wassail Party is going to be so good this coming year."

And, it was.  

This party kicks off the "party season" for our family.  It is the first of a potential of eight we have at our house through January.  (We are still trying to decide if are going to reinstate the Miss America party we used to have . . .)  

The party in pictures below . . .

Let the carving begin!

Final outcomes.  And, in a first this year, two of the winners, including the top prize went to the 2nd generation (our kids).  There was some slight discontent about this.  I have a feeling next year, the adults will "bring it" in full force.  (You have to be 12 or older to enter the competition.  Any younger, you get a participation prize--this year, glow in the dark frisbees.) 

Above:  The "Best Overall" winner, carved by my son.  And the spider, done by the oldest nephew (age 16), won "Safe Bet."

Below:  "Coolest Concept" winner on the right.  Dentist Husband's grandfather was the designer behind the waving cowboy in Las Vegas--Vegas Vic.  So, this pumpkin was in homage to him "Vic R Treat"

Below: Dentist Husband's sister and her husband won "Pumpkin Smashers Choice".  It was a "concept design" with him pretending to be Twiki from Buck Rogers.  He really played it up but it still earned them the one pumpkin smashers would choose to smash first.  

 Below:  (Far left) "Nice Try, Failed Attempt winner.  It was "Nice Try, Failed Attempt" because she carved the words "I feel so empty inside" on the back to create a shadow but we couldn't read it.  And the letters we could read, made no sense.  She is expecting her 2nd child in February and so her husband did a "where pumpkin babies come from" (far right) which was close to winning several awards but came up short every time.  (Which is too bad, because it was hilarious.) 

And, in a new addition to the fun this year, the Pumpkin Smashers Choice winner got to smash a pumpkin.  It was a huge hit.  

All in all a huge success.  And to all of Dentist Husband's siblings reading this, get ready for lots of Honey Baked Ham because as you know, that is the main food of choice at all upcoming parties.  I promise I won't bring out the one from last year . . .

Who knew?

Well, after reading this post, I can say my ophthalmologist knew.

Toothsome #2 came home with a note that said she failed her 5th grade eye test.  She had been telling me she was having a hard time with seeing things occasionally and I also knew that 5th and 6th grade is a common grade when kids start needing glasses because of the onset of puberty.  So, it was time to take her to the eye doctor.    I fully expected to learn that she would need glasses for reading the chalkboard. (Which, is actually a white board.  I haven't seen an actual chalkboard in a classroom in ages.) 

So, anyway, it was back to my favorite eye doctor with Toothsome #2.  The tech did the standard tests.  I was watching and thinking, "She can see.  What is going on?"  The tech continued to test her, and then test her again.  At this point, I kind of lost interest.  I had a good book on my Kindle and I got that out and started reading.  I got through a few chapters and realized she had been testing my daughter for quite sometime.  

At that point, she said to me, "Is there a history of lazy eye in your family?"  It was another one of those gulp moments.  I said, "Yes.  My son and I both had/have it."  

Lazy eye definition:  When an eye cannot correct to 20/20 vision.  Lazy eye is not strabismus (when one eye is not aligned with the other eye) but strabismus can cause a lazy eye. 

 (Somewhat interesting side note, Toothsome #1 had two lazy eyes in that neither corrected to 20/20 when he first got glasses.  After a year of wearing glasses, he corrected to 20/20 in both eyes.)  

So, the doctor came in and I learned that my daughter's left eye only corrects to 20/25 which technically is not "lazy" in that has to be 20/30 to have that distinction.  

However, he said, "I think we can correct this."

I was surprised to hear him say that.  I said, "Wait, everything I have read says after about ages 7-9, you cannot correct a lazy eye."  He said, "Well, that was a belief until a few years ago, but recent studies have shown, that even through high school, patching (when you patch the good eye and force the bad eye to work) has been proven to work."  

So guess what we are doing?  Patching Toothsome #2's eye for two hours a day.  She doesn't have to do it at school and she just puts it on in the morning for two hours before she leaves for school.  If it works (and he said it doesn't always work) then my daughter gets 20/20 vision in both eyes.  If not, then we at least did all we could do for her.  

As we left the eye doctor, I told my daughter, "I would have never guessed when we came here that I would be told to patch your eye!  Who knew?"  

Well, as I said above, my ophthalmologist knew. And, I am glad he did.  

Fall Break

It was Fall Break around these parts, which means, we head to California.    

The place we stay has pin ball.  Dentist Husband and I both love pin ball.  Thus, my kids love pin ball.

Playing ping pong with Toothsome #4 gave me a great work out in that she missed on average 4/5 balls.  :)

Every night, we went to our favorite Chipotle (on Balboa) for dinner.  It was warm enough two of the nights to eat outside.  After long days at beach, sitting outside with my family eating burritos and people watching was wonderful.  

We also ate at Rubys at the end of the pier on Balboa.   

Sea Lions, people catching fish and general people watching.

After dinner, even though they were fully clothed and it was cold and rainy, my kids all got in the water.  It was awesome.

 At the beach . . .

 Making a raft out of drift wood and using his scout lashing skills.  

 These are somewhat hard to see (because the water was cold and I was a wimp and didn't get close enough) but Toothsome #4 was on Dentist Husband's back.  She would stand in the water and wait for him to come close on the boogie board.  She would then jump on his back and finish the ride with him.  It was so fun to watch.  

One of our best trips yet.

October the most glorious of months is here!

I pretty much live the rest of the 11 months of the year, looking forward to the month of October.  Below, are some picture highlights.

My spunky, white-haired, non-albino youngest child was born in October.  It was a magical time in our family when she came into lives.  Notice my "Halloween" table in the background.  I treat Halloween like most people treat Christmas when it comes to decorating.  

 Every October 1st, I pull out these Halloween classic videos and we watch them all month together as a family.  Escape to Witch Mountain still creeps me out.  

The annual painting of "the ghosts" on our Halloween window.  

Dentist Husband always puts the rest of us to shame.  

We use these plates for every meal.  Even if I get take out, I insist, we put it on these plates. 

Unrelated, just something that did happen this October, Toothsome #4 joined the "glasses buddies" in our house.  And, I just found out Toothsome #2 needs them too.  If you are counting, that makes 5/6 of us being glasses wearers.  

And, if you are looking for a good October read, Roald Dahl's Book of Ghost Stories is a new, wonderful discovery of mine.  Highly recommend.  

Albino or Not?

(I posted this picture, even though it is not particularly flattering because it does show my daughter's unique coloring.)

Toothsome #4 came into this world on a very rainy night/morning in October.  As she was being delivered, I heard the doctor say, "Oh, she is a bald."  Then, shortly afterwards, I heard, "No, she has a head full of white hair."  

Toothsome #4 was born with 2 inches of thick white hair all over her head.  She was the "star" of the hospital that night with nurses coming in saying, "I heard there was a baby born with thick white hair.  We see that with black/brown hair but never white." 

At almost 40, I am still a natural blond, having never colored my hair and my dad, at almost 80 is too.  I have a sister who is 50 with blond, never-dyed hair and on my husband's side of the family (even though he is quite dark), he has cousins with very fair hair, skin and blue eyes.  We have always called Toothsome #4 "recessive."  I never even considered that my child could be an albino until one day, at Legoland, a family with an albino child wanted to talk to us about our (Toothsome #4) albino child.  I laughed it off and then looked at their child.  She looked exactly like mine, blue eyes and all.  

So, I did a little research (approximately 10% of albinos have blue eyes) and the pictures showed children that looked a lot like Toothsome #4.  I asked my pediatrician at her next well-baby visit about it.  He laughed it off.  Then said, "And if she is, how would this change things?   I know you and I know you will make sure she is completely sun screened."

So, I quit thinking about it.  However, sometimes as often as once a month, I get people asking me if she is an albino.  It is usually worded awkwardly like, "It is interesting she is so fair when your other kids aren't.  She almost looks like an albino, which I'm sure she isn't, isn't she?"  

So, yesterday, I took Toothsome #4 in for an eye exam.  Her Kindergarten eye exam was somewhat inconclusive and Toothsome #1 had major eye issues (2 lazy eyes, a brief period with patching, etc.) and I finally faced the music that I should at least make sure she could see properly.  

During the exam, the eye tech, casually commented on how fair she was.  I cut to the quick and said, "She's not an albino."  He said, "Well, we'll check just to make sure."  He seemed to spend a lot of time looking in her eyes.  He then said, "Is there a history of albinism in your family?"  Gulp.  I answered, "No."  He said, "Well, she doesn't have it." 

He then went into a very good explanation on what they look for and she didn't have any of the signs.  

Then, the eye doctor (a family friend) came in and said, "So, I see on the notes that you are worried she has albinism.  I'll double check."  In my mind, I thought, "Really?  I just wanted to make sure she could see.  But sure, let's rule this out completely."  Because our eye doctor is such a dang nice guy, he went into an even longer explanation of what he is looking for and then did the exam.  

No question, she is NOT an albino.  

And, I am strangely happy to finally have a conclusive answer.  

But, she is very far-sighted and will need glasses.