Toothless

So my baby lost her first tooth this week.  It is so bittersweet.  I got the phone call at work, her sitter called and said that my baby needed to tell me something.  I knew it as soon as she got on the phone before she could say anything.  This tooth has been loose for awhile.  In fact the other night I thought it had fallen out and we just didn't notice.  I was so excited to hear the news.

When I got home from work I was so excited to see my baby girl and congratulate her again on her big milestone.  When she walked through the door however, she was very quiet.  She came up to me and asked me not to tell anyone about her lost tooth.  I told her that I had already told her Grammy and Papa and her aunts and uncles.  She just sighed, she said that she just didn't want to talk about it.

Apparently it really weirded her out, which is so unlike her.  I guess she just didn't want to acknowledge it.  I thought I had well prepared her for this and her brother definitely told her about the benefits of losing your teeth. But I guess maybe it actually happening scared her a little.

She seemed better about it today,  asking me questions and looking at the space in the mirror.  She asked if her next teeth will fall out too.  I explained as much as I could to her and that all kids lose their baby teeth to make room for the big teeth and that everything she saw was completely normal.  I asked her if she had any other questions and she seemed satisfied with my answers.  So hopefully when it happens again she won't be so traumatized.

I just never now what to expect with this one.

Kids Do the Darndest Things

She is at it again.  What can i say?  This little one always keeps me on my toes.  Never a dull moment, and I must always be prepared.  But I must say, I just was wasn't prepared for this one.

It was Friday when I picked her up from school that the school principal informed me of her latest shenanigans.

I have yet to try to figure out this one, but the Thursday before she went up to one of her friends mom with what I was told attitude.  "Why did you break up with my momma on Facebook?"  was what I was told she said, and she had the body language to go along with it.  I must add I have never met this mom prior to this altercation.  The lady told her nicely that she didn't know who she was or who her momma was.  Apparently my little one was confused because she continued to try to figure out who broke up with me on Facebook. The principal was laughing as she told me the story.

My reaction was oh boy these people must think I am psychotic or something.  Throwing tantrums after being unfriended on Facebook.

On the car ride home I asked the little one where she got her information from.  So she asked me who broke up with me on Facebook.  I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about. My son and I couldn't stop laughing. She was still convinced that someone "broke up" with me on Facebook.

The next evening I met this mom at their kindergarten graduation, had my little one apologize for her disrespectful attitude.  We both had a good laugh about it.  We are now friends on Facebook and she has promised that she will not break up with me.  So everything worked out.

Well at least I know that my little one has my back.  What will she come up with next?  I'm afraid to find out.

Separation Anxiety

The little one will be starting kindergarten this year.  I still can't believe that we are at this point.  It was like I blinked and there she was a big girl.  Yes she has been going to school for the past year and a half but this year is different.

I went back to work when she was two months old and since then have worked part-time.  I have always made it a point to have Fridays off as my day with the kids.  I did it with my oldest and have continued with my baby.  I only put the little one in school Monday through Thursday since Fridays became our girls day, with the exception of summer when the boys tag along.  We have so much fun and of course she drives me nuts most of the day but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  She is my little shopping buddy and she loves our Friday lunch routine.  She sometimes helps me clean the house or she may just make more mess while I clean.  Either way it is just a fun day, hectic but fun.

But this year she will be going to school Monday through Friday.  I can feel the panic coming on just thinking about it.  What am I going to do??  For the past five years we have had this time and now it will be gone.  I really hope I can adjust.  She doesn't even seem to care.

I guess I will just have to deal with it.  I'm a big girl,  I can do it. I just really don't want to.  Maybe I will just keep her home every once in awhile just because ;)

Not Quite the Hugger

My now 10 year old is really not the hugging type.  He used to be,  I used to get hugs, kisses and rub noses from him all of the time.  Then one day out of the blue he stopped.  These days he is more like a leaner.  If you ask him for a hug he will back up to you or just kind of lean in, no arms involved.  It is quite funny to watch.  He even does this with his grandparents.  If he doesn't know you well you can forget getting any kind of hug at all.

Sometimes to be mean, as a punishment I will make him hug his little sister when he is picking on her.  It is the funniest thing to watch, especially because she loves to hug and he hates to be punished so he gives in.

I am not really sure what got him like this.  In fact I rarely get hugs from him.  I will usually hold him down and hug and kiss him up.  I love to see the smile on his face that he tries so hard to hide. It reminds me that he needs the attention and the affection.

Maybe he will grow out of it, I sure hope so.  But no matter what, he is my baby and he always will be.

I Talking About You!!

When my little one was two she talked a lot, what am I saying, she still does.  The problem was I could only understand about half of what she was saying.   She would repeat the same thing over and over and then got completely frustrated when I just didn't know what she was saying.  Sometimes she would speak really clearly but other times, she might as well have been speaking greek.  I couldn't understand a word.

Sometimes I would get frustrated with her and tell her "I don't know what you are talking about."  Then she would say very clearly, every word understandable "I talking about you." Now she would do this with her hands in the air like she is saying look lady what do you think I am talking about.  It was the cutest thing,  sometimes I would ask her just to get her to say it.

I miss her small.  She is getting so big I keep wondering what happened to my baby.  Sometimes I wish I could just rewind for a moment.

A Monster In The House

A few nights ago my husband wasn't feeling well.  About an hour after dinner he started with severe stomach pains and spent the next hour in the bathroom, upchucking.   We are still not sure what caused it.  Now my husband is like most men and is very dramatic when he is sick.  I could hear him across the house he was so loud.

I was in my bedroom when suddenly my 5 year ran into my room saying, "Mom, there is a monster in the house!"  She was a little panicked by the noise.  She started describing the noise as a roar.  It was then that I realized that what she heard was her daddy in the bathroom, upchucking.  I told you he was dramatic. I can only imagine what must have been going to her little mind playing in her room and then hearing a roaring noise in the bathroom next to her.

I then explained to her that he daddy wasn't feeling well and that he was making that noise.  She seemed a little confused, but eventually understood.  There was no monster in the house, just a sick daddy.  He was fine the next day, but we still get a good laugh out of the little ones misunderstanding.

Laundry

My oldest is 10 now.  Wow, do I feel old.  Here lately I have been teaching him how to wash his own clothes.  In fact he complained all week that he had no clean clothes.  Since he is out of school I told him that if he needed clean clothes he knew how to wash and dry them himself.  So Friday I had to remind him if he wanted clean clothes for the weekend, he needed to wash them.  So Friday morning he started sorting after me reminding him, then I walked him through once again the stages of washing clothes.  He actually does a good job and asks questions.

The little one will actually ask if she can sort and wash her clothes too.  She also puts away her clothes without me even asking.  I think that is just a girl thing, assessing a situation and seeing what needs to be done.  (Of course, cleaning her room is another story.)  I have to remind my son a dozen times before he actually puts his clothes away.

I am really determined to get him doing especially this task independently.  My reason,  well when my husband and I were dating he was 21 years old and once a week he would bring his clothes to his moms.   She would then wash, dry and fold his clothes and have them ready for him to pick up the next day.  Needless to say I had to teach him how to wash his own clothes too.  I figure I would teach my son young and save his future wife the trouble.

Next task would be to sit him down and show him how to fold properly.