Wow! It’s been a hot minute since my last post. I’ve been doing some job transitioning and applying for other jobs and interviewing for jobs. A lot of job stuff in general but I don’t really want to talk too much about it.
Other than that, I’ve trying to spend a little less time on the computer which is completely impossible considering how I finally got an iPhone! All I want to do is play with it, and download crap and take pictures and play stupid pranks with Siri. The Boy and I were hunched over the phone, giggling, while asking stupid questions like, “Will you call me Danger Ninja?” and “How many books does Joe Mama have?” I know, stupid questions, but hey, I’m working with a six year-old! The humor isn’t very sophisticated. The Husband said that we looked like giggling 12 year-old kids.
Speaking of The Boy, all of his little classmates are losing their first teeth. It’s kinda adorable to think of all those little broken smiles. Way back in February, we noticed that his two front bottom teeth had two little nubs behind them. His permanent teeth were poking thru his gums. We keep waiting and waiting and waiting for the baby teeth, which were very wiggly, to loosen and fall out but nothing happened. The permanent teeth just kept coming in until he had a nice set of piranha teeth in the back. We were holding out until his dentist appointment so that they could be pulled professionally.
Fast-forward to last weekend. We’re hanging out at a thrift store and The Boy is playing with an Ab-Roller. This is a total mommy fail. If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you turn away now. You’ve been warned.
Before I could say or think, hey maybe you shouldn’t play with that, he falls forward and starts whimpering. Blood is oozing from his lip and he’s trying to hold his little chin. The husband and I think, TEETH! And lo and behold, he’s holding one baby tooth in his hand and then he spits the other out in my hand. Blood is everywhere. A woman is standing behind me and hands me some napkins while telling me, she’s a mom and she always carries napkins. Thanks for the napkins and backhanded superiority comment. Another mommy fail. I’m a mommy without a freaking diaper bag or first aid kit! Blasted! **shaking fists at the sky**
We got him some ice to ease the flow of blood and like ten minutes after the whole ordeal, he’s moved on and reading a book and trying to eat the damned ice! No tears, no whimpering, nothing. He’s talking about what we should have for dinner and how much payola the tooth fairy should give him.
Him: I should get a million dollars, right?
Me: No, honey, I don’t think the tooth fairy rolls like that.
Him: Okay, a thousand dollars?
Me: How about a dollar a tooth?
Him: Hmmmm, what if I lost all my teeth at the same time? Would I get a million dollars?
Me: You’re not going to lose them all at the same time and no, you’re still not getting a million dollars.
Him: Aw, man!
The tooth fairy left him a fiver (hazard pay and emotional suffering) and we’re still keeping his dentist appointment to make sure that there are no teeth bits left behind (shudder). But the best part is that he lost his first teeth and didn’t even have any gaping holes. Teeth were already in. Man, I love that kid!