- First of all, brace yourself, because this is indeed what passes for excitement in our house: Caedmon found a quarter lacking a mint mark. I KNOW, RIGHT? Our youngest is just a tad obsessive about looking for those marks as soon as a quarter finds its way into his hot little hands, always on the hunt for that elusive "P." Around here we have way more "D" quarters- that is, quarters from the Denver mint- than P, I assume because we are closer to Denver than Philadelphia, although perhaps Denver also makes more quarters than Philadelphia? I really don't know. Anyway, Caedmon was given a quarter that was stamped with the year 1965, but with no mint mark. A quick google search led Derek to educate us all on how from some year to another year (I don't remember) too many people were collecting coins and something about something else, the result being they stopped putting mint marks on coins for a short time to stop people being so crazy. *Waves wand* May this be the least intelligible paragraph you read today.
- Adelaide has been losing teeth. A lot of teeth. As in, all her molars on the bottom left side have fallen out within days of each other. Naturally, this leads to me finding teeth in random places throughout the house.
I'm not that worried about the fact that she's lost seven teeth in six months- none of our kids got their first teeth until well after their first birthday, so they tend to be late losers- but I'm still glad she's due for a visit to the dentist in a month, just so he can assure me that she doesn't have some obscure mouth disease, then turn right around and devastate me with impending orthodontia news. Dentists are good at that, you know.
- If you've been itching for a good memoir, pick this one up:
If you like to experience the entire gamut of human emotion in one sitting, this is the book for you. It is so funny, and so entertaining, even while being about cancer and fear and doctors who really need to work on their bedside manner. Maybe don't read it in a public place, unless crying in front of strangers is your thing, in which case I'll just say stick some extra Kleenex in your pocket. It's a good one.