The Toof Fairy.

It's a little late to sing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth".. but she's doing it anyway. Her first one on top became loose around Thanksgiving. She pulled and she tugged, and she wiggled with all her might. So much so, she even got in trouble for it at school. She tried convincing everyone she knew to pull it for her, to no avail, for weeks. Almost a month. She wanted to sing that song. It didn't work.  Two weeks ago, right after New Years, she spent the night at Grandma's, and since it was finally hanging by a thread, grandma grabbed some thread and pulled that puppy out.  The tooth fairy left her $5. I felt jipped. The tooth fairy at my house, left me 50 cents when I was a kid. I called Grandma's tooth fairy out on that one. She responded with "cost of living went up". The next day the left one was loose. Ashley was yet on another mission. She was determined to get that one out too, because she wanted more money. If you've ever met my kid, or ever read any of my blogs about her, she is obsessed with money. If she has a hobby, it's collecting money. In jars, in piggy banks, in the actual bank, in her purse, in her drawers. If she finds it in the dryer, it's hers and she stashes it. So getting that $5, gave her an itch that needed to be scratched. She needed that other tooth out for the money. Yesterday morning, it was really loose. I went to work, Josh stayed home with the kids yesterday using up another day of bereavement leave. I called home to check to make sure Ashley made it home ok, and he informed me that she came home with the tooth box. It's this little box the kids get when their teeth fall out at school. (whoever invented that must be a millionaire). When he informed me, I shuttered... CRAP. This tooth fairy has no money! Tomorrow is payday! Why couldn't she wait one more day!! But that's the story of my life. Always a day late, or a dollar short. 

Last night, I was getting the kids ready for bed after their bath. Ashley was being impatient and she wanted her tooth. She was afraid I was going to forget. (secretly, I was hoping she was, so I could hold off another night, she's a smart one!). I was trying to get Logan in to bed, so Josh grabbed the tooth box and helped her put it under her pillow. Sometime during the night, she came in to our bed. She wanted to cuddle with me. I wanted her to go back to bed, but I was too tired to fight it. She's been craving some mommy time, since the other two have been sick they've been getting more attention. So I let her stay, and we both drifted off in to an uncomfortable dreamland. 

She got up this morning, got ready for school, and it seemed like she had completely forgotten about her tooth. Until all of a sudden she darted for her bedroom, and came back with her big toothless grin. She said "She left me $5...ahh man, I was hoping for $15!" I told her she had some wishful thinking. Apparently another little girl in her class lost her two front teeth at the same time over Christmas Break and got $15. Are you freaking kidding me? I can't keep up with this local tooth fairy!  I thought getting $5 was more than enough. The Tooth Fairy who visited our house last night, left $5 more, which is more than I was planning to scrounge up to leave under the pillow! 

So we informed her that the tooth fairy leaves her as much as she thinks the teeth are worth to her, and that she needs to remember to brush as much as she's supposed too, so the Fairy will leave her more money for the tooth. She replied with "Ahh man!! I forgot to brush it before I put it under my pillow". I had to remind her that she needed to brush them BEFORE they fell out, not after, and she came back with "Well Josh takes his teeth out to brush them!".. 

How do you respond to that!? 

Fare Thee Well

Baby No More..

I knew it. I JUST knew it. I knew, the second I cut his hair off, and yes, those precious little curls, that my baby would be gone..


It's strange. His haircut has made him a completely different kid. Like Lauryn with her hearing, she's not the same quiet, loving kid. No she's more like an extremely opinionated, outspoken little girl now. Anyway, this blog is about Logan, not Lauryn.

His hair chopping session was great. I was getting tired of chasing him around the house trying to brush it to make him appear somewhat of a well taken care of child. Not like the ragamuffin he is.. =) I was getting tired of the snot in his bangs and then crusting to his head. I didn't want to get rid of the curls, but the last time we tried that, he ended up with a mullet.


A mullet that was somewhat unnoticeable to most, but to others, he somewhat resembled Joe Dirt in his younger years.





So I did it. Saturday, I took him in and said, I want it all chopped off. She showed me this super cute picture of a style that I really liked, where it was still kind of long on top, but short in the back, and it could be styled. Needless to say, that didn't happen. Logan was deathly afraid of the short little Asian woman coming at him with scissors in hand. He clung to me for dear life, and screamed like a banshee. A tone he's seemed to perfect lately.






See he wasn't happy.


He had to sit on my lap, and she just started chopping. I thought she knew what she was doing at first, but I think she was more worried about getting it over with than actually getting the style I wanted. Oh well. It's just hair right?
After a bit, he calmed down, and let her cut the rest of it.
But look at those curls, and how long it was in the back. WHAT WAS I THINKING??






And here he is all done..

My little man, now runs around the house screaming when he wants things, throwing fits, and has MUCH more attitude than he did before. I'm sure alot of it has to do with age, since he just hit the 18 month mark on Christmas. He's officially a waddler.. not an infant, and not quite toddler yet.. but man..
















Watch out world, he is baby no more..

Manners anyone?

I've never wanted to punch so many people in the face all at one time as I did last night. We went to Zoolights, and I imagine part of the chaos is because of the crazy weather we'd been having and so many people missed out attending during the actual season, and everyone thought it was the last night. Little do most people know that it's open until next weekend.. (just a little FYI). Anyway, it was the only night that all 3 of us, my mom, my sister and I, would be able to make it at the same time. So we went and took just the girls.

It was insane! People are so rude. Never mind you're trying to take a picture, I'm just going to walk right in front of you, and STOP. Or forget you have 2 little ones with you, I'm going to PUSH you out of the way and trample on your kids at the same time.

What happened to the days when vacationers, or sightseers, were actually encouraged to take a picture? Remember when people would OFFER to take a picture of your whole family for you, so the odd man out taking the picture wasn't always missing? I kid you not, last night, people were pushing people to get out of the way to get a picture in the infamous Zoolights Circle.



We didn't push anybody. We patiently waited our turn..and look, MOM IS MISSING!! Nobody offered to take our picture...

Then there were the kids that nobody paid attention too. Like the 12-13 year olds running around practically knocking my kid down on every turn. There was no real chance to stop and actually ENJOY looking at the lights with the kids, because the "big kids" were so busy rushing through and crowding everyone out of the way. It was so crowded.. I got whacked in the vajayjay (as Oprah would say) with a glow in the dark sword that made attack noises by some kid who was frantically swinging it this way and that. And all his dad said was "I TOLD YOU TO WATCH WHERE YOU WERE SWINGING THAT THING".. My mom made the comment, "he probably was watching where he was swinging it".. lol.

I have a LOT of patience. Sometimes too much. My sister on the other hand has NONE. She made a comment to my mom and I about the lady who practically stopped in the middle of our picture pose of the girls, and the lady turned around and stared at her. I thought we might have had WWF right there at the zoo. I was waiting for it, really, I was.

Seriously, I just don't know what happened to courtesy, manners, and being polite in public. No wonder the kids these days have none.. Their parents don't either!!!
We made it through the night though, no black eyes, bruises or missing teeth, (besides Ashley's of course).. so I guess it was alright. I think next year, we'll go on a Wednesday...