Thank God for St. Anthony!

Is it strange to thank God for allowing me to be raised in and believe in a religion that endorses and encourages me to pray to saints? Because today, I just don't know what I would do without St. Anthony. Well, actually, I prayed to St. Jude (saint of lost causes), but I meant St. Anthony (saint of lost things). I guess maybe I was desperate enough that I turned into a lost cause so it worked! Anyway, Abby got her tooth pulled out this morning. She did great. Went back to the room by herself, got the numbing shots, they pulled the tooth and home we went with her tooth in her little tooth container. (That canine tooth has the biggest root ever!) All was fine and well and the little tooth container sat on our counter all day, no problem. Dave came home, Abby showed him her tooth, and put the container back on the counter. Dave made dinner, we went to soccer practice, played Wii Carnival (thanks, Gram!), read some books, went to get the container and, well, you know where this is going. The container wasn't there. Immediate panic on Abby's part. It didn't help that it was already 9:30 pm, she was overtired and THE TOOTH FAIRY MIGHT NOT LEAVE MONEY IF SHE DOESN'T FIND THE TOOTH! We searched the floor, the basement, the couch cushions, her bedroom, the office, and everywhere over again. I convinced her we would find it in the morning and that if we put both teeth (she gets another one pulled tomorrow) under her pillow tomorrow night, she might actually get more than if she just does one at a time. And that was ok, mostly, until (sob!) what if we don't find it? How will the tooth fairy know? What will the dentist say? (sob! sob!) But she was so tired that she went to bed. And I searched all the same places again and again. And then said "St. Jude, or Anthony (I did both because I just couldn't remember which one, and figured it couldn't hurt to call on both of them!), come around, something's lost and can't be found." Then I went in and talked to Dave and asked him if he knew what the container looked like. His response was "Container?" Yes, container. Nope, Abby just showed him the tooth, he never saw the container. Alrighty, so he didn't know what he was looking for. I told him it was orange and round, it looks kind of like a gatorade cap. He looked at me, got up from his desk, walked to the recycle bin and pulled it out along with a milk cap. Yup, they look the same (if by the same, I mean they're the same size but ONE HAS A PICTURE OF A TOOTH ON IT). So we went upstairs, woke Abby up, showed her the container with the tooth, and she was so very happy. Then decided to put it on her dresser and wait until tomorrow night to put it under her pillow because the tooth fairy might give her more money for two teeth at the same time.

In other news, the kids were downstairs playing yesterday and arguing about cameras. Nolan came up complaining that Abby wouldn't share. I told him to tell her to bring the camera up and she came upstairs complaining that it was hers and I was just smiling. Great news! It's the camera I've been looking for, with the pictures of Max's birthday and Fourth of July. Yeah! I was going to get the pics on my computer and blog about them tonight, but then I couldn't find the cable to get the pics from camera to computer. Since St. Anthony worked before, I tried again. And there it was behind the printer! And then the battery was dead. Darn, I don't know a saint for dead batteries, so I have to charge that overnight (luckily I could find the charger!) and then transfer pics a different day. So close!

Tomorrow is the dentist, Nolan's classroom, lunch, doctor, eye doctor, Abby's classroom and home. Should be crazy... Is there a saint to pray to for well-behaved children? Oh wait, I'll just call on St. Jude. Patron saint of lost causes is close enough!