Missing teeth and chipmunk cheeks

CJ had his wisdom teeth out on Friday. We got to the Oral surgeon's office at noon, the time the surgery was scheduled.
We waited 45 minutes for the nurse to come and take him back to the doctor.
I read about 3 magazines.
45 minutes later, the nurse came out to tell us that the surgery right before his had some unexpected complications and took over an hour longer than they expected, and they would be starting on CJ pretty soon.

I read another magazine.

15 minutes later, the nurse came back to tell us that they had started CJ's surgery.
I read two more magazines.

Now let me change the subject for a moment. Apparently, of late, the majority of reading that I've been doing has been online, I know this because........
I read an article, and really wanted to leave a comment, but you can't do that with a magazine. It really drove me crazy, because I had some really good things to add to this article, yet there was no comment box at the bottom for me to type in.
Oh well.
Also, when reading a real magazine, you are unable to copy and paste when you find a recipe that you would like to try.

I can't tell you how annoying this was!

Back to the waiting room...........
I read 3 more magazines, then start copying recipes from the magazines onto receipts I found in the bottom of my purse. This took forever because I've become accustomed to typing, and writing things out manually is a pain.
Sometime this week, I will be making a zucchini and asparagus frittata.

I had now read all of the magazines that interested, or at least halfway interested me. I pick up a copy of Teen Vogue.
I will NEVER allow my daughter to have a subscription to this magazine! The models consisted of scantily clad underweight onery faced girls in suggestive poses.

I start re reading the magazines that I've already read.

One and a half hours later, the nurse came back to tell us that they were almost done and that they would be bringing us back to the recovery room in a while, but first, she took us to another waiting room where we would meet with the doctor.

And you know what that means?



NEW MAGAZINES!!!


I read a few before the doctor came in to tell us how the surgery went. Apparently, CJ did great, but things were more complicated than he originally thought, and it took much longer than anticipated.

We went to see CJ in recovery, and he was rather groggy. We led him out to the car and took him home.

He's been doing great. (but then what kid wouldn't be doing great on a steady diet of ice cream, pudding and freshly baked bread?)

He does, however, have a bit of swelling.

Max looked at him and said "You haves chubby cheeks!"
CJ said "Why do you think I have chubby cheeks?"
Max: "Because you goed to the doctor and he did make your cheeks chubby. I think he putted marshmallows in them."

Earlier today, CJ found an old video of himself when he was about 10 months old.

He had the same cheeks.