End of an Era

Well, he's all grown up. Okay, not really, but I can feel it coming. Evan lost his last tooth yesterday. No more visits from the tooth fairy for him. I feel so lucky that he lost all of his teeth before he "found out". She came last night for her last visit (amidst all the puking). She upped the ante by leaving 2 dollars as opposed to the 1 she usually leaves. She also wrote him a nice note that she only had to practice 7 times before it was perfect! : )

It read:

Dear Evan,

Thank you for all of your teeth. I will miss you.

Love,

Tooth Fairy

The worst part about no more teeth to lose is that it is officially time for braces. Yikes!! So far, Jeb hasn't showed any signs of loose teeth, although we have to check every few days! I can only assume we have another couple of months before her visits start up again.

Evan has also learned to make grilled cheese sandwiches, spaghetti sauce, bagels, pancakes, taco dip, and sugar cream pie. Yesterday he made his own breakfast and lunch. Even Jeb makes his own lunch now. Bologna sandwich with lettuce, cheese, ketchup, mustard and mayo. I am officially obsolete. Except for cleaning up puke. . . I'm still good for that.

Weekends Like These. . .

Weekends like these tend to suck balls. It wasn't completely horrible. I'm sure there were some good points; like kicking Scott's ass at Scrabble. Honestly, I don't know why he even bothers! Of course, we were home on a Saturday night (for the second week in a row) playing Scrabble. We're pretty happenin' people.

Anyway, one of the things in my top 2 things I think sucks most about being a mom (besides the stretch marks) is having sick kids. The number 1 thing is seeing your kids get hurt; physically, (requiring stitches or a cast, or surgery) and emotionally. It's horrible. This is why I always say, the first little bitch to break my boy's heart is gonna go down!

Woops! That was a tangent!

So, sick kids. . .The older they get, the worse the messes tend to get. Not cool. And why does it always happen in the middle of the night? Why can't it happen at 3 in the afternoon when no one is sleeping and I'm not making lunch or dinner? I mean, come on! Poor little Jebbie. Woke me up a 4:30 am to tell me he puked on his bed. As I went to clean that up, he didn't' make it to the toilet in time and got to clean up THAT mess. GROSS! I was up with him until 5:30 cleaning up stuff and getting him showered. Poor kid. I don't deal with puke and poop very well. He was pretty miserable all day Saturday. Right before bed on Saturday he spiked a fever. Thankfully he woke up today feeling better. No one else seems to have caught it, which is even better! Woot woot!

So another thing that sucks is being a dumbass. Let me preface this by saying my mom told me I was born with weak ankles. Saturday was so nice, I decided to clean out the garage. It looked like shit and was driving me crazy. I got it all cleaned. All the garbage was out, everything was put away and I even cleaned the floor. It was awesome. I was all done. I decided to take all of the summer stuff down to the basement. On my way down the steps, I missed the last one, landed on my ankle and thought for sure I had broken it. I didn't. Just sprained it. It seriously looks like I have a golf ball hanging out of my ankle. BUT I HAVE WEAK ANKLES! I think that's the third time in about 7 years that I've done that. I'm going to start telling people that Scott is pushing me down the stairs. At least that won't make me look like a dumbass who can't walk.

At 5:00 this morning, I woke up because my foot hurt so bad. I couldn't put any pressure on it. I turned on the light and my entire foot (including toes) were freakin' HUGE!!! Scottie got me some Motrin and rubbed some thera-gesic (sp) on my foot. What a guy! So basically, I'm just hobbling around like what? . . . a DUMBASS!

Possible the worst part of the weekend is as follows: My parents cleaned out the storage unit. I had to go over today and get my stuff. There were some books that I'd written in 1st grade. Pretty funny. But the pictures. Oh the pictures that were there. Well, perhaps there is nothing more to say. I'll just show you. . . . . .
What's up 1993!!!!!