Tooth Fairy's, Human Reprodution and Erin's Mom

I often forget how grown up Ross is getting.  For instance, he’s been pushing me pretty hard about whether the tooth fairy exists.  I’m having a hard time giving this one up.  The Easter Bunny was no biggie, the bunny thing freaks me out.  Not that a little fairy flying around looking for teeth doesn’t, but since I’ve never actually been the tooth fairy (not even once), I feel like I’m missing out.  Ross has a tooth collection and he reminded me of his plan to wait until all his baby teeth come out before he puts them under his pillow.  He figures he’ll be about 14 when that happens.  Let’s just say if he still believes in the tooth fairy at 14 we have a problem.  He threatens me that he’s going to stick a tooth under his pillow one night when I’m least expecting it and that will confirm whether or not the fairy actually exists. 

 

Now, for the twist.  The other night before bed while debating the whole tooth fairy ordeal, the conversation morphed into human reproduction (I don’t see the link either, but it happened), including erections, seeds, eggs and believe it or not we actually touched on menopause… don’t ask.  Mike walked into the room, overheard the topic and walked right back out.

I clearly remember hearing the basics of human reproduction from Erin Hinz’ mom in 2^nd grade and being completely repulsed, as was Erin.  Some things you just never forget.  I take it as a complement Ross is comfortable enough to talk to me about uncomfortable topics.  I’m also glad I’m here to give him accurate answers before the day comes where kids at school fill his brain with garbage.  I just wonder whether the kids at school will fill him in on the tooth fairy before that day comes.

 

 

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Sunday Morning

We all slept in this morning and didn't make it to church.  So instead, we heated up some corndogs for breakfast, dipped 'em in pancake syrup and did what any other normal family does on Sunday morning. 

 

We made bullets.

 

With our 3 year old. 

A few of my favorite things

I'm 35.  Instead of blowing off my birthday or acting like it was just another day, I decided to live it up.  Not the way I did when I turned 8, 14, or 21, but in a way I never have.  I embraced and appreciated the entire day and was able to find much joy... much gratitude... much contentment. 

 

Every text, every phone call or every email.  Or it might have been receiving birthday cards in the mail like this one.  I love the way my name looks when it's written like this.  I don't see it often, so when I do, I obviously grab my camera and snap a photo.

 

 

It could have been the way the kids got so excited when they found out it truly was my birthday. 

Or it could have been this sneaky little fellow who has a higher percentage of alcohol than I'm used to and ended up biting me back later in the evening. 

Yet I'm willing to guess it was none of those.  I looked at 35 years of life and was truly grateful for all the gifts I've ever received.  Not the gifts I've unwrapped but the gifts of family, the indescribable love for my kids and a husband who knows me better than I know myself.  On the years I turned 8, 14, or 21, I sometimes wonder if I wished for this life as I blew out my birthday candles.  Either way, I am grateful.

 

Meanwhile, Molly's lips are chapped...

 

First Snow

 

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First Snow

Conversations

While tucking Maisie into bed last night, I told her how much I appreciated her patience and kindness while both her brother and sister were struggling through meltdowns earlier in the evening.  I told her what a great heart she has. 

 

Maisie: "And don't forget that I'm so beautiful too." 

Me: "Yes, you sure are.  Remember that lady at church told you how pretty you were on Sunday?

Maisie: "Was it the lady who had white hair and her 'she-she' was way up here (as Maisie points to her rib cage) and her boobies were by her neck?"

Me: "Yep, that's the one."

 

 

While visiting school today I saw Ross at recess.  Once he noticed me, he sprinted over as fast as he could and I could only imagine what could have been so urgent. 

 

Ross: "I crapped my pants."

Me: "You what?"

Ross: "Yeah, it just kinda slipped out."

Me: "Yikes, do you want me to bring you a new pair of underwear or can you make it through the day?"

Ross: "I'll make it through the day.  At first I thought about getting different underwear but there was no way I was telling anyone.  I just pulled them back up and it's fine."

 

With that, he took off to meet up with his friends on the playground. 

Like father like son.

Backgrounds

As the calendar moves into mid-November, I'm well aware my 35th birthday is right around the corner.  Thirty five years of life.  How and when did that happen?  Time moves quickly, things come and go, people change and lives evolve.  In the same breath, it's been five.  Five years since grandma's been gone. Maisie was 7 months, Ross was 2 and Molly had yet to exist. 

I often wonder, what would she say to me today?  Oh, who am I kidding?  I can hear her more often than not.  She'd tell me to spoil my babies while I can.  She'd tell me not to get hung up on the little things, they're just little things.  She'd encourage me to let my kids drink 'black cows' while sitting on bath towels on the living room rug while watching the 'idiot box'.  She'd take my girls shopping and buy them frilly dresses they didn't need and stock Ross' drawers with Under Armour when I wasn't looking.  She'd leave a scent of 'white shoulders' perfume as she passed... as she still sometimes does. 

Yes, she's gone, sort of.  But she's here in my girls' smiles and giggles, she's in my boys sense of humor and sweet tooth, she's in Sugar Plum's blue blankie and some of Molly's doll clothes.  She's etched in to my heart and she's the backdrop to many of my photos.  As I was taking these photos, I started thinking of what joy she would have found in my two little girls and felt sad she was missing it  That's when the background of the photos gained clarity and I was quickly aware she isn't missing a thing.