Polka dots

I've probably had a hundred panic attacks this week alone. Zeke had oral surgery yesterday and they had to put him under to do it. I have pretty bad anxiety and a great imagination, so I made myself absolutely miserable over it. Worrying he would not wake up and feeling guilty his teeth were bad to begin with. It's over, we made it and he is doing great. Here is a puffy post-op pick of my sweet little man...
Real men wear headbands (this one's for Talmage)...

Pantera has this polka dot shirt, that I hate. I kept it so she can paint in it. Jess knows how much I hate it, so he told her that he loves it. Jess asked Pantera on a date this week, so of course she had to bust out the polka dot shirt. What goes with a polka dot shirt??? Hmmm, most likely a cow print skirt and different colored polka dot tights! She insisted that I put eyeshadow on her and kept coming back saying it wasn't dark enough. "I look so hot for our date!"

And this is why dads are better then moms, I would not let her out of the house looking like this.