Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Andy will play outside every chance he gets. His preschool sent me this photo. Love that cheesy grin!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I haven't had much opportunity or motivation to blog recently. However, the past few days have provided copious amounts of material. Like most potholes in the road of life, the tooth fairy issue came up unexpectedly. Not even a mention of a wiggly tooth and as the 7th birthday approached I thought maybe the eldest's baby teeth would require extraction. Then Bam! He's standing before me wiggling a tooth. Then 10 minutes later he has wiggled it loose and he's holding it in his hand. I'm holding back tears because ohmygoshmybabyisn'tababyanymoredidItakeenoughpictures (yes, that's the first thing I thought). Then I am really trying not to cry because his dad isn't here and he's missing a milestone. The very first loose tooth! As I am trying desparately to wrangle 3 children in to bed and trying my best not to cry... Bam! He asks THE QUESTION."Mom, is the tooth fairy real?"
My entire mental library of parental wisdom just froze. We emphasize honesty above almost every other virtue. Shouldn't I model honesty right this very minute? But it's the tooth fairy for cryin' out loud. Couldn't I fib just this once? If I tell him the truth I will ruin the wonder and the magic of a rite of passage. Won't he logically make the connection between the tooth fairy and the guy in the red suit? So this all flies through this head of mine in a matter of seconds and he's waiting for his answer.
I told the truth. I looked him in the eye and told him there was no such thing. I abolished the tooth fairy from our repetoire on the very first loose tooth. And he still wanted his money. Feeling like the lamest mother in the world, I tucked his money into the special pocket on his special pillowcase that we saved for the very first loose tooth. He was still awake. He watched the whole process. Then he went to sleep, a little older and a little less child-like.
Grandma came to visit this week and she was a tremendous help. It was so nice to have an extra set of hands and I didn't have to shuttle 3 people in and out of their car seats every time we needed to go out. Eli got to stay home where he was quite content to have undivided attention. Continuing with my theme of mishaps, I conveniently locked Grandma and Eli out of the house while I took the older boys to the park. Thank goodness for fantastic neighbors who adopted her until they could figure out how to track me down. Just as I delivered Grandma to her sister's house, Andy upchucked all over himself and his car seat. I am crossing my fingers that the flu doesn't spread through the family.