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'That's for his orthodonture and his university.'

We recently discovered that 'Raising Arizona' is on Netflix streaming. Over the course of two nights (we are too tired at night to watch a whole movie), David and I watched this gem. Hilarity! Such a wonderful movie. One of the best parts is when their friends come to visit, and Frances McDormand (Dot) gives Holly Hunter (Ed) advice on raising a child, telling her she has to start his savings accoung, because "that's for his orthodonture and his university.  You can dip his thumb in iodine and that'll save you some on the orthodonture but it won't take a thing off the university." Topical because, we have recently taken Lucy for an orthodontic evaluation, and apparently... we should have been saving.

The place is pretty much insane. It's obvious why it costs so much. Everything was extremely modern (they offer a "coffee bar" in the waiting area), clean, and upscale. They took xrays and a bunch of photos of her teeth and they talked to us about them on this jumbotron screen.

As you can see in the bottom picture, she plainly has a severe underbite. They propose two phases of treatment: one now to correct the way her jaw grows, and another 3-4 years down the road for braces.Lucy was ok with everything, until they brought out the headgear pictures. I admit I was a little taken aback too! But I had to be mom and put on a brave face. 
Here's a picture of Dakota Fanning, Lucy's doppelganger, in the exact type she's going to need. It looks wiggity whack at first, but reallly it just hooks onto the mouth with tiny rubber bands; the other parts are just to rest it against the forehead and chin. She'll be able to sleep more comfortably in this style than in others. She needs to wear it 12-14 hours per day, and so she'll never have to wear it out of the house at all. Mostly when sleeping, and then a few more hours during the day.

The damage for phase ONE is $4,290. Our insurance will cover $2,000 lifetime and the office recommends breaking it into 2 for the 2 phases, so we have to pay $3,290 out of pocket for this phase. Eeek.
We'll probably start it in late February. She didn't want to start it before her birthday.

In other news, we had a bit of excitement last Sunday night. We'd had some snow the week before, which finally melted, and then we had about 36 hours of straight rain. We sat down to eat dinner, and suddenly saw water streaming down our dining room walls! David went up into the attic and discovered a large leaking area of our roof. He was able to block most of it off with an old shower curtain and towels.

So five days and $900 later, we have our roof repaired. At least we think. We'll know for sure when it rains again.

Of course all of this means we have no disposable income at the moment. So when we were leaving art class on Tuesday, the kids asked if we could stop at McDonald's (which we do maybe one or two times per month). I said sorry, no... Then they asked if they could at least eat in the living room (something they do even less often). I said well, maybe... Then I said, 'What if we make our own happy meals?' We had chicken nuggets in the freezer, and some sprites and leftover fries in the fridge. All I'd have to do is cut up some apples. So the kids were totally on board with this. Thank goodness for easygoing kids!




They decorated white sacks to be their own happy meal bags, and I baked the nuggets and fries, then put everything into disposable cups and packed them up. They watched a movie and thought it was the funnest lunch ever. And no chance of catching the flu or the pukes from the McD playland! Bonus.

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