Horton, Peter Sam, and Sebastard

Three guys walk into a bar.... no wait...three kids sitting at my kitchen table.

Today at lunch Kailin started calling Colby "Horton". She said he likes it. He didn't object. Colby started calling Dawson "Peter Sam". He didn't imply that Dawson liked it. Dawson didn't object.

Later today at lunch, Kailin was talking about "The Little Mermaid" and she said that her favorite part was the one where Ariel does "this" (where "this" is a lot of arm waving that I don't recall Ariel actually doing...) and that she didn't like the parts where Ariel has lost her voice. I agreed that I don't like it when she's lost her voice, but told her that my favorite part is where Sebastian is singing to Eric and Ariel and that happens when she doesn't have her voice. She agreed. "The part where Sebastard is singing is pretty good. And then those fish dump the boat over." She continued to use "Sebastard" throughout the day - even though I continued to say it correctly.

I giggled to myself each and every time and then found new and interesting ways to get her to say it. I know - I'm horrible. Then at dinner I tried to get her to say it for Steve and she said she couldn't remember his name. Finally, on the way home from open house at school she did remember and then Steve and I laughed together for a very long time.

I'm moving out....

Last week just before bed, Kailin and I had a long discussion about what happens when kids grow up. "What will you do," she asked, "when Colby and me grow up?" "Be sad and lonely," I said. "Why?" "Because you'll grow up and move out and this house will be horribly quiet." "What?" "Well if you're not here talking and giggling then it's going to be quiet." "Why won't I be here?" "Because when you get all grown up you will move out and have your own house." "Why would I do that?" "You'll want to have your own place, trust me. Now it's time for bed. Goodnight!"

Today at lunch, Kailin very seriously informed her brother that when they get all grown up, I will be moving out. Me. I told her that she was a bit mistaken. She told me that I must be joking. I told her that I most definitely was not moving out. She's convinced, still, that I am joking. I guess we'll see who's right - maybe by the time the kids are grown they will indeed finally have taken over the house and we will actually flee....

Another one bites the dust...

And another one's gone, another one's gone, another one bites the dust....

Kailin lost her second tooth today. It went the same way as the first - unnoticed and swallowed. She finally felt that it was gone and came running for confirmation. She also spent a great deal of time in front of the mirror admiring her new smile. Ha ha. I am just glad that it happened before school pictures. It's all about me, you know. I did want her to be kind of toothless for pictures because I figured that by next year she'd have at least some of her "big" teeth in.

She called my mom and also talked to Steve. She told them both that she wished she could stop eating her teeth "and just put it in a bag under my pillow so the tooth fairy could change it into 'sun-tin'". Poor kid. She took it in stride. She and her equally overtired brother are watching 101 Dalmatians at the moment and then she's going to write ANOTHER letter to the tooth fairy for tonight.

Toothwatch 2010

I've been remiss in posting updates to Toothwatch 2010. As is typical, the tooth has become looser and looser but had continued to refuse to "loose out".

As of yesterday, the tooth was able to be pushed completely horizontal in either direction and the tiny jagged "roots" were showing. We cajoled Kailin into giving it a good yank, but nothing happened.

We were up at the lake cottage this weekend and ate lunch on the road home today. I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as they have been something she's been able to bite without pain and the idea of cutting up any sandwich into tiny pieces for "road eating" with 2 dogs in the back and no good way to clean up the kids after the meal was not desirable. She did complain a bit that biting the sandwich was hurting, so I told her to tear pieces off and left it at that.

When we stopped for a bathroom break, I was loading the kids in the car and thought I caught a glimpse of a gap-toothed smile. Sure enough, the tooth came out sometime during lunch and has been swallowed. I was a little nervous that given the overtired and overemotional state of my darling daughter she would burst into tears and mourn it's loss, but she actually giggled about it and agreed that we'd write the tooth fairy a little note explaining that she ate her tooth. She's hoping the tooth fairy will think it's funny and she assures me that, like Santa Claus, the tooth fairy knows everything and she's already keen to the story. I guess we'll see!