2nd lost tooth

Margaret lost her first tooth a little while ago.  She and Jack were [typically] not getting along after dinner, and Jack was heading towards the kitchen to tattle on her (usually, it's her tattling on him).  She held on to him as he passed, and subsequently fell out of her chair.  The tooth came out with the fall. So,

The other night at dinner, she was making noises about the difficulty of eating pizza with her second loose tooth.  I asked her if she wanted to pull the tooth out and then finish dinner.  She whined and then asked; "But do I have to bonk my head on the floor again to make it come out?"

Sometimes, she is sensitive, sometimes she is resilient.  This turned out to be one of the sensitive times as all those present at the table chuckled at her reasoning.

The tooth did come out when daddy was brushing her teeth at night.  It was momentous, so she had to tell everyone, then take the tooth to school.

random pictures of reading

burning

Burning brush and junk mail on a nice Sunday afternoon. The kiddos were helping safely. Jack was using some rediculous gardening gloves. He grabbed a pine branch and a needle poked through and got him. He then said "OUCH!, that branch was sinister."

random picture

successfully captured the positive spirit of the morning in this picture. Twas a good start of the day.

Flu? 2014

Oh no, it's hit.  Leesha hurts, has a sore throat a cough and a fever.  Ugh.

We were planning to all attend Jack's last fencing class, meeting all 5 grandparents at 6pm.  When I informed Jack that his big sister wouldn't be there because she's not feeling good, he crumbled.  Poor kid.  When he learned his little sister would also not be going (mostly because she's been whiney, and may have a little fever, so I just wanted her to go to bed early), his heart went out to her.  He came to me saying something along the lines of ...
"I feel bad for Maggie.  She's the only one my age.  Dad's usually at work, you're usually busy in the kitchen, Leesha is usually not feeling good or in her room, but Maggie wants to play with me."

This little guy, sometimes he just hits it right on the nose and makes my heart melt a little more.

Of course, this was after he drove me batty on the walk home from school by sloshing through the decomposing leaves along the side of the road, kicking them at his sister and then proceeding to insist on playing outside in the mud with the jacket and gloves I just washed yesterday ....

I know I will miss this someday - my teenager needing me because she doesn't feel good, my son being messy and my "baby" actually being snuggly because she too isn't feeling well.

Jack Fencing

stella-cope

"What is it called?"

She knows she's saying it wrong.

"You know the thing with the three sticks?"