Did you pull?

CT’s lower left front tooth is just hanging on by a thread. The adult tooth is already up fairly high in back and keeps pushing the baby tooth to the right and forward. It actually looks like he has already lost a tooth because the gap has gotten so big (he can stick a straw through it) due to all the movement. But he doesn’t want it pulled. He seems happy to sit and wait.

Adam wants to pull it. He pulled all is own teeth as a kid, even if they weren’t too lose. He can’t stand to watch a good lose tooth just sit in that kid’s mouth, he wants it out. He has even gone so far as to say, “CT that tooth is so lose it’s going to fall out when you’re sleeping, you’re going to swallow it and then the tooth fairy won’t come because there’s no tooth.” I threw him a look and rolled my eyes when he said this. He responded, “What? It’s true, no tooth, no tooth fairy”.

Now I am a different story all together. I let mine just dangle. I wouldn’t let anyone touch them, any of them. They had to fall out on their own. If any one came near me with their fingers I would run for the hills shrieking. My neighbor friend Julie always got her teeth pulled by her parents. I even think they did the, tie a string around the tooth and slam the door trick. Of course they always wanted me to come over so they could tie mine up and slam the door. I would have none of that!

So, when I look at CT’s tooth it makes me cringe. I don’t even like wiggling it, which of course he wants us to do all the time, especially at the dinner table with food in his mouth and something caked into the gaping crevasse where half of his baby tooth was not so long ago. I can’t even stand watching Adam pretend he is going to pull it out, because I think he might actually just do it.

We will all just have to wait to find out…will CT crumble under the pressure of his dad’s itchy fingers? Or, will he wait it out? Stay tuned.

Drum roll please

With great encouragement from his older brother and a spatula in his hand, KP took his first solo steps today!

Way to go little buddy.

We are having technical difficulty with uploading photos but once we get that hammered out you will get to see him in all his glory trudging through the world on those short stocky little legs of his.

And he’s off

He was excited. I was excited. PJ said she would miss him and KP threw a cup at him and laughed. His backpack was packed, his items were marked and he was ready to start on his next adventure…KINDERGARTEN.

He stepped on that big empty bus with all the courage he could muster as old crabby Bill the bus drive welcomed him aboard and PJ and I waved him goodbye.

Three hours later, the bus returns and deposits CT at his stop. Out he comes smiling from ear to ear exclaiming that he LOVED IT and that his favorite part of the day was making new friends.

He told me about some of the work that they did at school and that he brought it home to put on the fridge. He pulled it out and showed me. On his first day of Kindergarten they worked on writing A’s, big and small. I looked at it, started to tear-up and thought to myself…what a great place to start!

Oh where, oh where, has my little Mary gone?

Hi everyone. Sorry about that little blip. Let’s see, how to catch you up…
We were having problems with a little Movable Type upgrade, then I decided to take a few more days off from writing, then we went on a trip to our second family reunion of the summer, 12 hours each way in a car with three small children, YES I did give them Dramamine both ways, then my hip started hurting along with my knees, now CT has a tooth that is growing up behind his baby tooth but that baby tooth won’t give up its one last root (I gotta get ya all a shot of it before we loose it-it’s yucky), KP got his first haircut and I couldn’t get a shot of that because out of all three children he is the one and only one that doesn’t like getting hair cuts and therefore had to sit in my lap while we both got covered in brown curly hair, my cousin who found love on the internet got married, I finished This Boy’s Life: A Memoir by Tobias Wolff and LOVED it, I am starting In Pharaoh’s Army also by Tobias Wolff and we have a hum dinger of a day tomorrow which I promise to tell you all about, tomorrow.
Ciao

Not sooooo fast!

I feel it.

It is coming.

The weather is changing.

I LOVE summer…the warm air…the hot sun…the laziness of it all.

I really don’t want to see it go.

On a bad day

Having three young children is like being strapped to the floor and having someone practicing their Chinese Water Torture technique on your forehead for years and years and years.

If you don’t find that inviting, I would suggest sticking to two or one or NONE!

There is such a thing as a stupid question

We went to KP’s 15 month check-up to make sure he wasn’t stunted from living with us. We came to find out; he is a normal 15 month old…with the exception of his head size, 80%. Which is actually smaller than his brother’s that measures in at a whooping 95%, and mind you, does have its own solar system.

We (the pediatrician and I) started talking about allergy medications. PJ has taken to having some good sized bags under her eyes, which are a-typical for her. She checked her out and thought it could be due to all the allergens in the air and suggested some allergy medicine.

The pediatrician gave us the ok sign and was gathering her things up when I said, “Before you go, and as long as we are on the subject of medications…we are going on a 12 hour car trip to Indiana for a family reunion in a few weeks. Can I give the kids some Dramamine for the car ride? Is that ok?”

She stood stock still, tilted her chin down to her chest, cocked her head slightly to the right, looked out at me as if looking over a fake pair of bifocals and said, “Are you REALLY asking me if it is ok to sedate your children?”

With that stare and those words I now know that our pediatrician (whom I love and admire) now thinks I am a complete JACKASS!

Wondering

If a cat barfs in your shoe…is it time to buy new?

15 Months, again

Not only am I a day late, but I thought you turned 15 months old last month. No, I am NOT kidding. That is really fucking sad, in a funny sort of way. I can not promise that I won’t forget another one of these “month” milestones, but I can promise that I will NEVER forget your birthday!

It may sound like you get forgotten or left behind as the third, but believe me, I am sure you are going to work-it for all it’s worth. After all, you are the baby.

Besides not yet being able to walk, throwing any and all vegetable matter that is put in front of you on the floor and taking on the hitting behavior of the other kids as your own…your sweet little curls, your beautiful hazel eyes, your chubby fat legs, your inquisitiveness, your stubbornness, your sorry looking tantrums, your fabulous smile, your funny little personality, your love for your siblings, your squealing and gibberish and everything else that makes you “you” is a little slice of heaven.

I love you my little big baby, no matter how old you are!

Mama

BIG brother

Happy Birthday to my one and only BIG brother!

Big brothers are great to have. I love having one. Only once in a blue moon did I wish I had a sister. And that passed quickly, especially when Tom went through his eye liner and hair dying phases.

As I watch my kids kick the crap out of each other, I lovingly think back at how my brother and I did the same thing…

I was in 4th grade and Tom was in 6th. I decided I wanted to make pancakes for him before school. He decided he wanted to flip. I didn’t want his help…screaming, pushing and pulling of the spatula ensued. Ultimately, we ended up wrestling each other to the ground. I on my stomach, arched up in a C shape, Tom riding me like Bodacious with my head/hair in one hand and the spatula pulled back ready to strike in the other.

Then mom walked down the stairs. She WAS NOT pleased!

Oh, I have many stories. And all of them put a little smile on my face.

Love ya Tom. I hope you have a great birthday.

Lil’sis