Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Tooth Fairy

I am a little sad as I write this. My little baby boy lost his first tooth last week. Specifically on Thursday, March 12th about 4 pm.

When he last went to the dentist, she told him he was beginning to get big boy teeth. She told DH that he had about 4 loose teeth, possibly 5. Well, when the first one got good and wiggly, we had a tearful episode where he convinced himself all of his teeth would fall out of his head (while he slept of course) and he would lose them. Well, it took both DH and me to convince him it was okay and the next day I set out to sew up a tooth pillow to deposit said precious tooth until that flightly little fairie stopped by and deposited some shiny treasure.

Let me preface this by saying I had a self-made tooth pillow myself when I was his age. Sewed it in Kindergarten and it was the most ugly mis-shapen heart you've ever seen. My mother is convinced I have it, but I know I don't because with something that ugly, you put it in a secret spot where NO ONE can find it :-) Well, I decided to make Tater his very own tooth pillow and it turned out pretty cute. Looks a lot like a big red dot....an easy button....or a stuffed M&M. I put a white pocket on the side and embroidered (not really well and with thread) a "T" on it.

I'm guessing the tooth fairy liked it because she left Tater 5 brand new shiny gold $1 coins...because your first tooth is worth that much these days (economy be darned) and because she doesn't carry bills.

So here's a picture of my new toothless wonder....



and never to be outdone... my other little ham....Sweet Tater! She had to have her picture made too!



See you later!!!






Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sock Drama

If anyone has any suggestions on dealing with "sock drama" PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, I'm begging you, send them to me!

Every single time Tater puts on a sock is a HUGE ordeal. Seriously, seamless socks have knots in them and he has cut holes in more socks than Krispy Kreme's made doughnuts in the last hour.

ANY suggestions would be appreciated. My grasp of sanity is tenous at the moment and I need your help :-)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Monday, March 9, 2009

It's official....I've done it.


Just call me "Team Mom" because I've joined the ranks of little league moms everywhere. I'm already sunburned and we've only had 2 practices! I had no idea what I did when I checked the box, believe me.



I signed Tater up for baseball at our local Dixie Youth Baseball League last week and we had the first practice on Friday an our second on Saturday. All I can say is adorable! Watching these little kids run bases and learn about baseball is too sweet. The coach, well, he's coached for quite a while now but hasn't coached 5 & 6 year olds in a while. DH and I had to laugh several times because of some things he said. First giggle was when he said he was only going to be nice for the first practice. After that if they weren't paying attention, they'd run the fence. He also told the kids if they played in the dirt, they'd run the fence. I couldn't help but laugh at that one. Put a 5 year old in outfield and expect more than 2 minutes (if you're lucky) of attention and you're expecting the stimulus package to significantly increase your take home pay. NOT!




The biggest laugh we got was when he asked the kids if there was an "I" in team. After blank stares, he spelled it "t-e-a-m" and asked again if there was an "i" in it. All the kids looked kind of like deer in headlights until one muttered, "yes?" These kids are just learning letters and such, some aren't even reading yet. I elbowed DH and we both almost had tears running down our cheeks from that one.



He runs the team well enough, I suppose. The kids listen and respond well to him so I'm all for it. As for Tater, he actually told his daddy to come sit next to me because he and his coach were handling it. GASP! I'm still chuckling over that one! I just hope he realizes it's more important to be a team and have fun than to win all the time.


Tater is in heaven and loves going to practice. We finally bought him cleats and he's distraught that he can't wear them at all times (DH threatened to hang him by his cleats if he scratches the hardwood floors!). I imagine before all this is over, we'll have a die hard baseball buddy in our midst. So every Tuesday and Friday at 6 pm and every Saturday at 11 am, you'll find DH and me at the ball field a couple miles from our house. We'll roast through June and see how this goes. Stay tuned for pictures....no clue when that will be.