I think the Groundhog was wrong...

So while the East Coast has been gob-smacked with blizzards, we're enjoying unseasonably warm weather. We were doing yardwork today. (Technically yesterday since it's after midnight, but whatever.)

Eddie and Daniel, Founding Members of "The Brave Boys Club."

The boys turned into muddy messes. Eddie and Daniel formed a Clubhouse with "coloring and cars and no adults allowed." Later they formed the "Brave Boys Club" and concocted a way to get "super abilities" or something. Chas helped me plant flowers. A lovely day, even when Eddie and Daniel chose to ride the teeter-totter down the slide, nearly giving me a heart attack.

Fairy Dust Blues

So here's the thing. When your first kid loses his first baby tooth, it's almost as exciting for you as it is for him. It's like the last vestige of babyhood has just fallen bloodily from his mouth and it needs to be marked. And not just with a quarter under a pillow. So you make it extra special. You get gold dollars. Then to really seal the deal, you sprinkle fairy dust, aka glitter, around his pillow when you make the switch. This is a big hit. You congratulate yourself for another happy childhood memory, another bit of magic for him to believe in.

Then he loses the next tooth and you do it again. Then his brother loses a tooth and you do it again. Eventually, you're on your fifth go-around and that's where I was last night (or more accurately early this morning). At this point, there is no way I can just skip the fairy dust. It's expected. So at 1 a.m. I find myself rummaging through the bins in the craft room looking for glitter and cursint the invention of glitter glue because that simply won't work. I come up with some purple glitter and go to my secret stash of fairy coins only to discover that last time around I had helpfully stashed the silver glitter in with the coins. There's another tooth just hanging on for dear life, so this will be repeated in the next few days. Hopefully I'll remember where I put the glitter.

Meanwhile, Chas is wanting to apply his $2 (I know, $2! I got a lousy quarter when I was a kid!) to his Mama's credit card so he can buy something more expensive. Clearly he doesn't know how credit cards work. Equally clearly he has not inherited my extreme aversion to debt. Sigh.

Back from the darkside...

So it's been a while -- nearly a year -- since I posted to my blog. And the reason is as clear as the book on my face. Or rather the posts on my facebook. Yes, I've been tempted by the dark side. By the quick and easy posts to Facebook. But today, I was reminded that's not why I started this thing. I started this for my own personal use. As a way to remember and journal about the journey of being a mom.

Unlike Facebook, I can actually look old stuff up with the blog, as I did today when someone reminded me the story of the penis and the monkey and the moms. (Look it up yourself. If you're reading this. Which I'm pretty sure you're not. Unless you're me.)

Anyway, I'm back to the blog. Because it doesn't matter if (that) no one else knows or cares. I do. And this is for me.

Oh, and for the record, Chas lost one of his top teeth this evening. More like stolen by an impatient Mommy, but still...