Luke : You know what mama, I do not like wiggly tooths.
me : They feel weird huh?
Luke : It feels like a rotten bee in your mouth.
me : A bee? Like a bee that buzzes?
Luke : No, like a dead one.
I laugh.
Luke : Wiggly tooths just feel bad!
{he was more than happy to wiggle that tooth out in exchange for three gold dollars from the tooth fairy}
This little bitty post sat here all day long….. waiting for me to add the photos and hit publish.
Monday, Monday….. I suppose there is good reason for all the songs written about this day. It's always hard for me to shift back into the weekday rhythm. Especially when our weekend is a rather zoo-ish one. And it was. We ran about and got different kids to different spots for two birthday parties, an art lesson, a music lesson, a play-date, and to & from the bus to campus….. which seems like a lot until you divide the number of activities by the number of children.
It was an unusually busy weekend. But in the mix of it, people still got fed, the big brother home from school was doted upon, no one was left anywhere, and I enjoyed some wine with that cute guy I married. I'm calling it a job well done. Saturday night I even stayed up until 1:30 with that teenage boy of mine. Talking away about life. Surreal is being on the parent side of those conversations…. I still don't know how it happened so fast. And by the way, he came home this weekend after being gone just 3 weeks and surprised us all by officially being taller than his dad. Ahem.
Sometimes within the same breath I'm talking to one about wiggly tooths & fairies, and the other about teenage love. I just sort of pause and think wow. This life is amazing. It's crazy and messy and beautiful and just amazing.
And I'm totally dragging this tooth fairy thing out as long as I can…..