He Lost His First Tooth

We have had a "wiggley tooth" since the visit to the dentist in June. We have heard on and off about his wiggley tooth and that the dentist said he would loose it around Christmas. There have been random times since then that he wiggles it, that he cries and says he will never loose a tooth because another friend lost one. The list goes on and on.

Tonight, my first baby, lost his FIRST tooth!! I had no idea how emotional it would be. Noah was in brushing his teeth before bed and I heard all of these muffled noises coming from their bathroom, so I went to see what was the issue now. As you know, 5-year-olds, tend to have issues every once in a while. I got there and the smile on his face was HUGE and the spit from his mouth was not it's usually color of toothpaste, and there was something in his hand, and he kept telling me over and over that he lost his tooth, trying to smile with a mouthful of toothpaste and smiling from ear to ear!!!! We cleaned up, rinsed his mouth, I put a cold/wet washrag in his mouth to make the bleeding had stopped and there it was. His FIRST tooth, gone. AMAZING!!! I told him to tell me how it happened. He said that he was brushing his teeth, and felt something in his mouth, and thought it was a nut, and he looked in his hand and there it was. His FIRST tooth! Sitting there in the palm of his hand. I can't even describe the excitement level!!! He said "Mrs. Radloff will be so surprised". We called Dad and told him to come to our house right away, we called people to spread the good news! Dad arrived and the conversation was all around what the tooth fairy might bring, is she real, is she invisible, will he see her, will she leave me a quarter, will she leave me candy. We finally got him in his room, discussion then revolved around where to put the special case that his tooth was in, the book shelf was it's final resting place. More tomorrow!

Tonight Was A Good Night!!!!

How Sweet It Is.

Jack Jensen Unkenholz

Is the son of my dear friends Eric and Tasha and the brother to Elise and Collin. Tasha's sister called tonight to tell me the Jack passed away today at Noon. He died in his mother's arms with his entire family, Mom, Dad,Ssiblings, Gparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, everyone with him. Jack was born with a disability. But his biggest ability was the joy he brought to everyone around him. Jack could smile and light up a room. His eyes were full of light, life, love, happiness, wonder, and they told you everything. Jack's laugh was contagious. Jack taught his family how to love, how to have faith, how to believe, how to trust, how to slow down, how to accept, how to live every day, how to savor every little thing. Jack I will miss you. I love you Eric, Tasha, Elise and Collin.

How Sweet He Was!!!

Shit In My Shoes...It Really Happened...

I haven't blogged for some time now because I promised myself that I would keep my blogging about my kids and I, not my other issues....well my other issues got the best of me and have permitted me from slowing down enough to enjoy the rest. Well I am slowly pulling myself up by my flip flops and getting back to life!

Tonight something really funny happened!

After dinner, that might have been my first mistake, fill him up, take off his diaper, and let him walk around naked. Maybe this wasn't my brightest idea?!!?!? So after dinner I decided that Peter would get to take a leisurely soak in the tub since Noah was playing at a friends house, I got him undressed and took off his diaper. A little "air time", "naked dance", is always good for the cute little butt right?!?!!? So he takes off running and goes down the stairs to the entryway. I walk into the bathroom to check on the water temp. I walk out and go into the kitchen and then see Peter in the entryway...sitting there...with my shoes. Now he has developed a fetish for my shoes/slippers/boots whatever foot apparel he sees he must make sure that I have it. So if it is not put out of his sight and reach, he will undoubtedly bring it to me, wear it, or scream at me until I realize what he wants me to do with it. But there he sat. Quiet and playing with them. Then the realization came to me, his hands looked dirty. I know the week has been busy but I don't have piles of mud in my house do I? Then it hits....it is shit. He has it in my shoe, on his hands, legs, butt, he is sitting in it, and just smiling. The smiling ended when I ran past him, he thought I was going to rescue him, no I ran past to get my camera! The picture doesn't show the 1/2 of it, I have no idea how to add pictures to my post, so I can't share here (but will post on my facebook page when I do my October photo album), but the image was CLASSIC! So I had to rinse of Peter, empty the tub, refill the tub, bath him, wash my shoes (after Peter) and then clean the rug.

How Sweet It Is!!! BUTT NOT SWEET SMELLING!!! :)

Getting Ready With a 5-Year-Old

This morning was like every other morning. I am getting ready and Noah wanders in and out of the bathroom, talking, getting ready, watching some morning TV (nothing educational in the morning mind you! pure trash). I was doing my hair. My hair is short, I tuck it behind the ears, nothing fancy, I never look at the back. So I tell Noah that I am going to have a plain hair do day. He asks me what that means. I tell him that I am not going to do anything to the front of it, just tuck it (sometimes I do something with some molding good or whatever it may be called). He then proceeds to tell me this. Mom the back of your hair looks like fire and the front like fresh mowed grass. Now my hair is not red, yellow or orange and it is not hot, so how it resembles fire, I have no idea. The front is not a shade of green, so NO idea how it resembles freshly mowed grass. However, I thought for a few seconds and realized that because the back will sometimes stick out a bit that it must look like flames, and the front, parted, flat, and tucked, naturally that resembles mowed grass. Noah then tells me I look pretty.

How Sweet It Is!!!

"Mom, Guess What?"

Noah, Dad and Gpa Tom are on their annual (2nd annual) camping trip. They are at a State Park southwest of here. Noah asked me to call him every morning and every night. This AM the conversation went something like this.

Noah "Guess what Mom?"

Me "What Noah"

Noah "There was a lot of rain, lightening, and wind last night"

Me "really!"

Noah "Guess what Mom"

Me "What"

Noah "The pole for the awning fell down and Dad and Gpa went out to fix it. Dad was in his underware and so was I"

Me "The camper was full of Tague boys in their underware"

Noah "No Gpa wears pajama's. Guess what Mom"

Me "What Noah"

Noah "My bike got all covered in dirt and Dad cleaned it off"

Me "Good Noah"

There were several more "Guess what Mom's" and then Noah says "I am going to go now".

Guess what Noah. I am GLAD you are having TOO MUCH FUN!!

How Sweet It Is!

The Whacky Things Kids Do...

So Noah is 5. Noah has started T-ball and he is VERY excited about the prospect of playing T-ball because then that leads to baseball and his "bigger" friends all play baseball. His preference would be to zoom ahead and just get into baseball but he has SO much to learn.

Tuesday we had T-ball. Only the 2nd time. It was HOT HOT HOT. Noah goes out on the field with his team and they do some warm ups and practice some BASIC skills. It is will be obvious as you read this that Noah needs the practice!

The "game" starts. Each team was able to bat 2 times and be in the outfield 2 times. Noah was the only kid that was having issues with the time and the heat. T-ball starts at 5:15. I gave him 1/2 a donut, a cheese stick and about a dozen grapes, plus all the water he could drink. That should hold him over to dinner right? Oh no. Throughout the ENTIRE practice/game his coach would randomly shout out "we are missing an outfielder". That would be my outfielder. He would just wander off the field, no care in the world. He would come and find me and tell me his latest complaint. How hungry he was. I would remind him that he had a sufficient snack, offer more grapes, and that dinner would happen when the game was over, now get back on the field. How thirsty he was. I would remind and walk him over to his water bottle, encourage him to drink, now get back on the field. How hot it was. Yes it is hot Noah, now get back on the field. How he had to go to the bathroom. I understand Noah. We can go to the bathroom but then we would miss the rest of the game because of the amount of time it would take to do all of that, his call. O.K. Mom. Now get back on the field. Seriously?!?!!?

The BEST part. Noah is in the infield (I think that is what it is called, anyways, in the dirt part), he (as all the players are supposed to) is crouched down low to the ground so that the ball can roll into their gloves. So picture Noah crouched down, playing in the dirt, not really paying attention. All of a sudden the light bulb appears over his head. He notices the ball is right there. Does he hear the coach yelling for him to throw the ball? I don't think so. He looks at the ball, picks up the ball, and then whacks himself in the head repeatedly. I shit you not. Then he stops. Looks at the ball again and repeats the head whacking! I couldn't make this up if I tried. Eventually he stops the whacking and the ball does make it to the coach. I did not bring this up to him, afterall it was HOT HOT HOT.

I blame it on the heat. All though I do not foresee a professional baseball career in his future?!?!?! Maybe. I think he has fun and that is what is most important right?

How Sweet It Is!!!

I Hate And Love Sick Kids

So the day started off just like any other. Get up. Never on time mind you. You would think that since getting 2 kids ready by yourself, plus yourself, and then deciding to do 3-5 random things around the house requires TIME this Mom would get up...but I don't. I just wake up when the body decides it is time and it is usually PAST the time. That said. We all got up, ready, off to daycare, off to work, and I was only 4 minutes late! That is a good day.

I work for a bit. Was on my way to being very productive. I walk away from my desk and get back and there are 3 phone calls from Judy. Noah is sick, crying, and just wants his Mommy. I fly out of work, drive the 20 minutes to home and get my boy. He is lying on her couch, under a blanket, looking very lethargic, looking very sad, tears in his eyes. All is not good in his world.

So we go home and get him settled on the couch. I feed Peter lunch and get him down for a nap. 4 hours later he wakes up. So he either has it or is fighting it off.

Noah is at the age where he knows to listen to Mom and so I made him stay in bed all day. That means in order to do this I had to stay there as well. Too bad. I know, someone had to do it. Rainy day. GREAT day to have a sick kid who wanted nothing more than to hang with his Mommy. So he was SO hot that he had to lay in his underware, rarely does that, but it is SO cute!!! We sat in bed all day together, watching quality TV programming. I read 4 magazines, 2 local papers, clipped some coupons. All in all. It was a good day with my Noah.

Put him to bed and his fever spiked shortly before then...thinking tomorrow might be another day with him.

How Sweet It Is! :)