Sister’s First Tooth

As I shared a while back, Seneca was quite excited to finally lose a tooth of her very own.  Knowing that she cut her teeth late, and that she is rather young for her grade, I suspected it would be a little later rather than sooner.

But earlier this month, on October 2nd to be exact, our sweet girl finally lost her first tooth!  Lying in bed while Daddy read stories, I worked on it because it was so very ready.  Daddy had to hold the book directly in front him so he didn’t see me working, or else he would shiver with the heebie-jeebies!

Finally, it came out and I think I could feel her tremors of excitement!  Tissue stuffed in her mouth, she ran to the bathroom to take a look.

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Big brother, having lost a total of 6 teeth already, was all over what had to happen next.  He got some paper and an envelope and I think he may have even written out her note for her!  We found her pink tooth pillow upstairs in her old bedroom, which is currently serving as the box room as we prepare to pack for the upcoming move.




As I tucked her in for the night, she couldn’t help playing with the gap, using each word as a reason to drag her tongue over the space and making her sound like the lispy toddler she was just yesterday!

Seeing her excitement and knowing how thrilled she would be to show her new look to everyone at school, I couldn’t help but think of how quickly she’s growing up!  We’re so happy for you, Sis!!  Thanks for letting us share in the joy of your first visit from the Tooth Fairy!

The Little Things

Tonight, as I enjoy the chill of the conditioned air in our room, there are a thousand and one thoughts swirling through my mind.  The start of another school year is on the horizon along with so many other possible changes.  It seems strange to think that at this time last year, I was preparing for my year-long sabbatical, and here it is time to return to the classroom.  

Looking back on the year I had at home, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  There are so many more things I wish I would have done, and yet, there are so many moments I am beyond grateful for.  I wish I would’ve written more, but I figured there’s no better time to start than now.  

So today, I want to remember the smell of our clean summer skin and the sweet flavor of the ice cream on my tongue as we piled into our bed to watch Mary Poppins last night.  I want to recall the heaviness of their growing bodies as they fidgeted and squirmed throughout the show.  I sat mesmerized as Seneca danced, twirled and spun her way around our room offering her best British accent among head flips and wrist snaps.  I imagine watching her perform someday on stage after hours of ballet, or jazz rehearsal.  Or seeing her triumph over a mastered gymnastics routine.  In her six-year-old self, I can see the hint of the amazing young lady to come.

And Calder – he continues to amaze me.  The speed at which his mind is constantly whirring is beyond belief.  This summer he wanted to make a mechanical hand – we have yet to tackle that project, but I hope to foster his creativity and ingenuity.  Ever the problem solver, he has an answer at the ready for most questions.  A natural joker and newfound prankster, I pray for the patience to encourage his sense of humor and not the snappish frustration that I tend to fall into easily.  I want to hold close moments like yesterday, when I grabbed his hand and ran toward the 3-legged race at our church’s community fun fest.  Eager, and likely shocked at my spontaneity, he grinned as we stepped into the itchy burlap sack.  Arms wrapped around one another, we took a few practice steps.  We figured out that saying “Inside, Outside” would help keep us moving the correct leg, and from repeating the faceplant he experienced in the earlier sack race.  The announcer put us at the ready, and we were off.  “Inside!  Outside!  Inside!  Outside!”  We were cruising, and lengthening our stride with each step.  At the finish line, we were edged out of first place, but it hardly mattered.  For those 25 feet, we were a team.  Together, we moved step-by-step and it was amazing!  He beamed.  And we wore our plastic 2nd place medals with pride.  

No matter how busy life gets or how often they bicker, I’m so grateful for these little things that remind me just how fleeting these years really are, and how much I desperately want to savor as much of them as possible.

Gratitude ~ Day 21

This week has been a bit of a blur.  I can scarcely believe it’s been four days since I drained my cell phone battery to post from my phone since we’d lost power in the midst of the crazy weather!

There’s so much that’s happened, and I’m planning to make up for lost time by recording the past few days.  But today, I’m infinitely grateful, once again, for the opportunity I’ve been given this year to stay home.  Yesterday, the school called to say that Seneca had a rash on her face and neck.  I picked her up and took her in.  No strep.  No real idea about what it might be.  The best guess is a viral infection that’s presenting with hives.

She came home and was be-bopping around most of the night.  We laid low and gave her some Benadryl before bed.  This morning, she got up and around, but really looked pretty pale and all around exhausted.  While I certainly don’t want her to be sick or get into a habit of staying home with Mom, I am so thankful for the fact that she was able to sleep in until 7:30 this morning, and then she was able to come home and sleep for another two-and-a-half hours.

I’m thankful that she could sit at the table coloring while I washed dishes, prepared homemade soup, and for the feel of her hand squeezing the measuring spoon steady as we added ingredients for homemade bread.

As embarrassing and funny as it was to hear the edge to her in voice as she berated me for having a dirty toilet.  And the number of times she kept after me to clean it, all the while never noticing that I had yet to sit for even a moment.

And don’t you now, when it came time to clean the bathroom, she was right by my side.  Sitting by and watching me clean wasn’t enough.  She wanted to know what cleaners we used for which jobs, and she wanted to do it.

There will come a day, when I ask her to clean the bathroom and the request falls on deaf ears, which is precisely why I’m so thankful for this day.  This day, when cleaning a toilet was with her mom was the highlight of her day.  Go figure!


Gratitude ~ Day 20

I’m so thankful for great teachers – who not only introduce my children to words, sounds, letters, books, numbers, and skills, but who also watch out for potential allergies and follow up with emails later that evening to check on my little loves.

I’m grateful to call most of these teachers not just colleagues, but friends.  And I’m so grateful that sometimes, when you have a good book and talkative parents, this is what happens in the hallway after school.

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