Much to report.
Big kids had dentist appointments last week - and thankfully, both had great checkups. Knock on wood, no cavities ever. It was noted that D only has 3 baby teeth left and one seriously needed to come out as the adult tooth was coming on in. Our dentist suggested watching it for maybe a month and then we would have to have it pulled.
Guess who is his mother's child? Freaked out over any medical/dental drama? My sweet D.
So that evening as I made sure children were bathed, picked up the house and cleaned up from dinner, he sat and jiggled that tooth. And wiggled it a bit more. And ate sticky things so the thing would pop out. And, Voila! It did. So we have no need for "silly" gas and pliers. What a relief.
The next night, while Momma was out enjoying adult beverages with good friends, he lost another tooth. He dutifully puts it on his nightstand and waits for the Tooth Fairy. Daddy apparently lost the memo and failed to don the Fairy Wings and leave a few bucks. I, of course, did not know when I arrived home in the wee hours of the a.m. that there was a tooth waiting for pick-up. So. D says to me the next day, "See, I knew there was no tooth fairy. I knew it was you guys."
I chose not to respond. Excellent.
Last night he reminds me that there is no Tooth Fairy and then begins to question Santa. I confess that the Tooth Fairy is a long held tradition among parents around the world (I did not verify that, but it sounded better) and asked him not to spoil it for his sisters. He agreed.
Then, he started on the Santa bit. I refuse to cave on this. I know that he knows the truth deep down but I can't go there. I told him to Receive, you have to Believe. Again, he agreed.
I hope this isn't going to end up in some angry therapy session down the road but I really feel these days, kids need a bit of innocence/fairytales/magic in their lives. A belief in something that isn't handheld or a download. Just be a kid for a while longer, for the love of Pete.
Squeezalicous is obsessed with the Three Little Pigs. Don't ask me why. The other day we were bringing D's friends to our house and she pipes up, "Aren't we taking them home?" I tell her no, they are coming to play for a bit. She looks at the older boy and says, "And I will Huff, and I will Puff, and I will BLOW you to your house!" And she meant it, too.
D and GoGo have started school and all is well. They both have great teachers and I'm confident they both will have amazing years. They both have several friends in their classes which always helps.
GoGo starts an acro/tumbling class soon and piano again this week.
D has already started Scouts and maybe a martial arts class. We'll see.
My baby starts her last year of preschool next week. Cue the tears. Seriously-how can that be??
Next year all my babies will be in the same school, for the first and last time. Again, cue the tears.
DEAR FATHER TIME: Please slow down. Thank You.
