Britany's Blog

According to my records, it’s been a while since I last posted.  And by records, I of course mean that I can’t remember the last time I posted on my blog.

I don’t really know why, I just lost interest.  That’s the nice thing about a blog – it’s really something I do for my own benefit, so if my own self doesn’t feel like blogging, I can say “Hey self!  Let’s not bother, okay?” and there’s nothing anyone can do about it!

Can you tell I woke up feeling rebellious today???

So.

Speaking of rebellious, on Monday, Samuel came in to ask me what was for supper.  And, oh, by the way, if you DARE call it dinner, you will be yelled at.  Because Samuel has very little tolerance for misuse of the English language!!!

So he asks me what is for supper and I tell him “Taco Pie”.  Samuel looks at me and in typical 3 year old fashion says “I DON’T LIKE TACO PIE!”.  To which I calmly (I am really working on my “calm mommy voice”) reply “That’s fine.  You don’t have to eat supper.”

He looks at me with that “I’m not really sure if she’s kidding or not” look, then leaves.

A second  later, I hear the back door open.  Then I heard the garage door open.  A few minutes later, the garage door closes, the back door opens and here he comes, padding along to the office.  Only now he is chewing something.

I ask him what he was eating and he replies, “Peanuts”.

(We keep a stash from Grammy & Poppy’s house in the garage, and the boys are allowed to eat them when they are playing outside.)

Then he gives me this little smart-alecky smile and says “NOW I DON’T HAFTA EAT TACO PIE!”.  When I start laughing hysterically at him, he gets mad and says “DON’T LAUGH.  I’M SERIOUS!”

Oh.my.word.

He looks so innocent, doesn't he?

So while on a field trip Monday, Peter lost another tooth.  Here’s his most recent “look”:

"All I want for Christmas is my FOUR front teeth..."

And if you think he is vain or otherwise embarrassed by this new development, let me assure you that he is NOT.  In fact, his exact words were “Now I’m the only one in my class missing ALL THEIR FRONT TEETH!”

Obviously he has not yet reached the age where we endure much pain and suffering at the dentist’s office in order to KEEP our teeth.  [I would also like to insert here that I am restraining myself from making a trailer park joke.  Just want to throw that out there.]

So Monday night, as I was tucking him into bed, I asked if he remembered to put his tooth under his pillow.  He said yes, then said “Mommy, is the Tooth Fairy real?”.  (For those you keeping track, we went through this conversation at Christmas but he has obviously not made all the connections yet.)

I told him that the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus were the same person.  He gave me that same sad smile he gave me at Christmas and nodded that he understood.

Oh how I hate to see that childhood innocence lost.

But then I look into his face and see this MAMMOTH front tooth beginning to poke through (seriously, it’s HUGE) and I realize that some of the innocence must be lost in order to make room for the growth.  Growth that is, inevitably, away from the protection of my arms and out into that big, wide world.

Oh, I know.  That’s way too deep for this early in the morning.  I think I’ll go have more coffee.  Y’all have a great day!