...this blog is currently on hold until I find everyone's underwear, the dog leash, the measuring cups and the bills I need to pay.
See ya this weekend!

I don't do loose teeth. I could barely handle my own when I was a kid. No one was allowed to touch it and it would literally hang by a string until it fell out on its own. In the classroom, the kids know that loose teeth gross me out; they delight in showing them to me.
So I told her this story when we realized that only yesterday morning it had come loose. I told her it could at least be a week before it came out. So what did my stubborn, sassy daughter do? She yanked it out herself....this morning. Now I know that thing wasn't ready to come out yet, but she wasn't havin' it :)

See this? This is his idea of Saturday night fun. It was around 10pm, everyone else was asleep and I was doing what I'm doing now. He decided to rearrange the pantry. You see, he loves food. He loves thinking about it, planning for it, shopping for it, looking at it, eating it of course- and then maneuvering it around. It drives me nuts when he does this because I can't find anything so I leave it that way for about a week and then I secretly rearrange it again.
I have to include this story because it was just so darn funny. This was our last plane ride back home. He was so excited to realize he got to sit by himself and not next to some stranger. So I snapped a pic of him reveling in his independence.
I mean, He. Was. Excited. That was until the plane was airborne and a business man who must've been squished somewhere else slid in beside him - with his TGI Friday's burger and fries. For some reason, this was all my fault -the fact that he was forced to sit beside someone eating that while he was nibbling peanuts.