Before I go to clean the kitchen and do the laundry and start yet another set of phone calls, I thought I'd leave you with some good...
Dylan (7) lost a tooth a couple of weeks ago. One of the top front ones. Yes, my children hang on to their baby teeth like most people hang on to their limbs. Anyway, this weekend he was at a friend's and they were playing on a trampoline out in the snow. According to Dylan they were practicing their ninja moves when his friend kicked out his other front top tooth. He said he only cried a little. His friend's mom called me and told me. She told me she asked him if she should call me and he said no. They never found the tooth in the snow. BUT! The tooth fairy came anyway. And, AND! left extra money for the amount of blood and trauma that accompanied the loss. (a fat lip and large scrap/bruise on his chin) One of the best parts? He never even considered being mad at his friend. For kicking him in the mouth. Hard enough to dislodge a very slightly loose tooth. Got to love that kid. The other best thing? He now has a slight lisp and can't bite a bagel to save his life. It is so very cute and endearing.
(and yes, he was dressed as a cowboy yesterday and those are the remnants of the bruise on his chin)
I still have snuggle time every morning with Zach (5). He's the only one that still fits on my lap. He climbs on and hugs and kisses me and tells me he loves me "more than I can imagine." Makes me cry a little.
It is 50 degrees out today.
It is light in the morning when the two oldest get on the bus. Which means... when they missed the bus this morning? They were able to walk to school!
The huge hug I got from Dylan this morning when I started crying. He just opened his arms and beckoned me to him when he saw me.
I know there is more. I just really must go now. Maybe I'll add some later.
**ADDED: I've lost 13 pounds. Wahooo!