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Tooth Watch

12 Feb

For the past few months, Nia has been experiencing loose-tooth envy.  The way she tells it, every one of her friends either has a loose tooth or proudly sports a holey smile.  She would ask us why she didn’t have one yet.  When will she?  Can I push on them and make them loose?  She would also routinely think she finally had one and ask us to check to see if she was right.  We would touch the suspected tooth and respond with disappointing news.  Nope.  Not yet.

That all changed last week.  She finally felt her first real wobble!  She was so excited as I picked her up from after-school.  She came running down the hall holding the prized pearly white between her two tiny fingers, “I have a loost toof mommy!”

Now, she’s constantly asking us about it and preparing for the big day –

“When it will be ready to fall out?”
“What can I do to help make it fall out?”
“Can we pull it yet?”
“Why will that hurt?”
“It hurts now.”
“Will it bleed?”
“After it falls out I will have 19 teeth.”
“If I don’t brush my teeth will it fall out faster?”
“I can’t eat that because my tooth might get lost in it and then the tooth fairy won’t come.”

Which leads to the big payoff –

“The tooth fairy is going to bring me two dollars.”

We have no idea where she got that dollar amount.  To me, you can’t put a price on something so precious.  Our baby girl is growing up so quickly.

Now on to worrying about how the tooth fairy will make the “exchange” without waking up the princess.  Sometimes I’m in awe about how our parents pulled it all off.

Inspired by Moms

12 Feb

You are not alone.

Mom at the grocery store check out with a baby in her arms and a line of people behind her.  She just realized she forgot a purple onion and has to send her other, older child to run for one.  The child brings back a head of cabbage.  The bagger finally retrieves one but then the mom realizes her wallet is in the car.  She rubs her head in embarrassment and breathlessly apologizes to all around her as she runs out to her car.

Mom who hates having to leave her baby with someone else.  She wishes she could be the one sharing in the special moments she’s missing out on while she is at work.

Mom who wonders if her children will ever stop bickering or if she will ever get to a point where she won’t have to feel like she is correcting them all the time.

Take a deep breath in and out and remember you will get through it.

Happy Birthday Na-Nate

6 Jan

Our baby boy is now a little, big boy.  He (and we) successfully made it through his two’s and we are now beginning his three’s.  What an adventure.  He is hilarious.  He is angry.  He is sensitive.  He is tough.  He is crazy.  He is cuddly.  He is completely, totally all Na-Nate.

I'm 3!

I can’t wait to see what we get with a 3-year-old Nate.  Tons of emotions, I’m sure!

Hope you got what you wanted!

25 Dec

Hooray for Christmas!

Christmas Beauty

He really wanted this!

The Santa Charade

22 Dec

How far does it go?  How did our parents pull it off for as long as they did?  This is a hard lie to live.

It’s fairly simple for the first two years of life.  Heck, they can be right there as you load up the shopping cart with tons of toys/stuff that “Santa” is supposed to bring them.  They just sit there in their car seat buckets drooling or snoozing or, if they’re older, happily playing with that distraction toy/snack you brought with you.  They are none the wiser.  Then, they become aware.  Very.  Very. Aware.

Things change big time.  You now have to plan how you will divide and conquer the shopping while they are with you in the store.  A strategic placement of a coat or purse is necessary.  One parent must divert the child’s attention as the other loads up the cart or checks out.  Sure, one of you can go by yourself and knock it out easily but sometimes we’re just out together and it’s convenient. Well, sort of.

As if buying these presents that “Santa” is supposedly making with his elves up at the North Pole isn’t deceitful enough, we go and make it even more of a lie.

  • “Those are “Santa’s” helpers at the mall.  You tell them what you want and then they let “Santa” know.”
  • “‘Santa’ is watching you.”  (Sure, I guess technically, we are watching but it just doesn’t have the same impact on them if I say “Mommy is watching you.”  They’re like so?)
  • “Better be good or “Santa” will only bring you a lump of coal.”  (Like I’m really going to only give the kids lumps of coal – besides, I don’t even know where to find a lump.)

As I continue this charade, I’ve run into a few questions/quandaries:

  • How do you explain to kids why you need to remember those who are less fortunate by getting gifts for them too – why wouldn’t Santa just deliver them gifts too?  He seems like a pretty nice guy.  I really don’t think he wouldn’t get little Johnny a gift just because his mommy and daddy don’t make that much money.
  • Do kids really not notice that some things have price tags on it.  Santa’s workshop needs to make a buck too I guess.
  • I’m pretty sure Nia would notice that a few of her presents have the Best Buy logo on them.  Maybe Santa ran out of that movie he made and needed to swing buy the store to get more?
  • You even gotta remember to hide the wrapping paper.  Andrew caught that one.  He bought some on the sly and hid it so that all the “Santa” delivered gifts would be wrapped in that special paper.  The one problem with it is that I really can’t use the leftovers.  I know Nia would notice.  What would I say then?  Oh, Santa left me some extra paper.  Right, cause I got connections with Mr. Claus like that.
  • I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea to pretend that you are Santa on the phone.  Andrew thought he was doing a good thing.  Nate really wanted to tell Santa something so Andrew went outside and I called his cell.  He disguised his voice really well – Nate bought it but not Nia.  When Andrew walked back into the room, Nia said, “Was that you daddy?  It was you with a silly voice.”  Andrew and I had to hide our faces and flat out lied.  No!  Why would daddy do that?

It’s all meant to make cherished memories, right?

Christmas Wishes

12 Dec

Santa Needs to Make an Exchange

2 Dec

Barbie.  Check

Pink Nintendo DS.  Check.

Games (including the one with the princess) to go with the DS.  Check.

High School Musical DVD.  Reluctant, but check.

A few books, other Barbie doo-dahs and princess thing-a-ma-jigs. Check.

I thought we were covered.  Sure, she’ll see a commercial or a picture of a toy and tell us she wants it for Christmas, but we knew we could get away with skipping those “I wants.”

Christmas 2008

 Then, the kids visited this guy –

Of course she tells him she wants something we haven’t purchased.  Something she’s never even mentioned to us.  “A Tinkerbell doll with wings that flap.”

What?  The official request to Mr. Claus would be just fine if we weren’t already over-budget on Nia’s presents.

It looks like we’ll be trading in one want for another.  After all, that want wasn’t directly delivered to The Man.

At least we got Nate’s request right.  “A Thomas that goes chugga-chugga, peeeep-peeeeeep!”

He’s asked us for that exact thing two or three times a day for the past week.  Almost to verify that he will indeed be getting the “Thomas that goes chugga-chugga, peeeep-peeeeeep!”

Boy am I relieved that it is currently hiding out in a closet.

Behind the Wheel Wonderland

24 Nov

My drive to and from work should stink.  It’s 45 miles away and it takes me anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half to make the trip – one way.  It’s usually bumper to bumper, gas and brake and then gas and really brake the whole way.  Sometimes, I’m just stopped.  My car, stuck in the midst of four to six lanes of traffic, backed up for miles.

So, why doesn’t this suck?  Part of the reason is because I like heading toward my destinations.  I look forward to being at work and I look forward to being with the fam.

The other reason my drive doesn’t stink is magical and involves my CD player, the library and the ability to be taken to another world, while still paying attention to the road.  (Although I have missed a few of my turns from time to time.)

In the last month, I’ve listened to five audio books.  Right now, The Secret Life of Bees is calling my name and I can’t wait until tomorrow morning when I’ll start my car and the CD will pick up where it left off.  I’m not just listening to fiction either.  I’ve been educated by Barack Obama, Bill Clinton and some guy telling me about The Millionaire Next Door.

I love my books on CD!  My virtual library book bag is growing by the day and I’m shuffling through discs.  Even Andrew is putting requests in for books.  His all involve the deep stuff – politics, history and opinion.  My next one is much lighter – Marley and Me.  I’m sure it will make me laugh and cry and look like a total lunatic to the drivers stuck in the horrible traffic with me.  Their drive must stink.

We finally did it…

10 Nov

Nate’s crib has been replaced.  This bunk bed used to be Andrew’s, Uncle Matthew’s and Uncle Anthony’s and they certainly left their mark on it.

Nate's Big Boy Bed

Nate is the fourth Valles boy to call it his own and his seems to love it so far!

First Nap in the B.B.B.

We were going to wait and make it a special thing for his third birthday but with him using the potty all the time now, we didn’t want him to have to “go” in his night-time diaper just because he couldn’t get out of his crib.  We’ll see how it goes!

Comfy

Nia’s Shiner & Nate’s Performance

8 Nov