Tooth Fairy

Jackson lost a tooth today.

Yes, I realize this post is about 5 years too early. 

He apparently did not.

He was trying to stand up this morning on his little dinosaur walker while Aaron went to go and make him a bottle.  Next thing we both know, Jackson is lying on the ground SCREAMING and blood is everywhere. 

We didn't even know what had happened until Aaron found his tooth on the ground.  All Jackson wanted to do was be held. 

Here's the terrible part.  We just threw the tooth away.

I find out later that if you get to a dentist within the first two hours, they can usually "save" the tooth and reinsert it.  Now, I'm dealing with horrible guilt.  It's my fault that my baby is not going to have a tooth for 5/6 years.  I've shed many tears.  I know, it's stupid, and it's just a tooth.  But the girl in me can't help how I feel.

I think the only thing that bothers Jackson is he's now reduced to sucking on pretzels instead of biting them. 

Doppleganger

I went into the AT&T store today to change our cell plans.

As soon as I walk up to the counter, one of the guys behind it starts snapping his fingers.

"You look like...like...what's Tom Cruise's wife's name?  Katie Holmes."

(I have been told this since I was in 7th grade and she was in Dawson's Creek)

I have never though, been asked to be in a picture so that he can post it to his Twitter page.  He even pretended that some guy in the background was Tom Cruise.

Poor kid.

He must not get out much.

I have a two-year-old

He wouldn't eat the cupcake.  Just ate the frosting.  And now every time you say Happy Birthday, he starts to blow

Not pictured is the basketball hoop he got from Mom & Dad.  He LOVES to play "Ba Ball" and he's good too

Best part of Cade being two?

He and Jackson don't sound so close together anymore.  Because 2 years old and 10 months sounds like a way better sibling age gap that 23 months and 10 months. 

Disneyland

Aaron and I got to go to Disneyland and the beach last weekend. 

All by ourselves.

In the planning stages, this sounded like a fabulous idea.  No kids.  Sleeping in.  No responsibilities.

I guess I never realized how hard it is to actually leave them.  And to talk to them on the phone and hear how excited they are and to hear them saying, "Mommy Mommy Mommy" and then to hear my mom tell me that Cade kept walking around calling for me.  It was tough.

But then Monday morning when Cade came up to me with poop on his hand saying, "Poo poo.  Dirty." and I found it smeared all over the floor and all over the burp cloth (he'd tried to clean it up, bless him), I wanted to go back to Mickey and sand real fast. 

I almost ended up not being able to go.  I play volleyball every Tuesday and Friday.  Tuesday we were two minutes into our first game, I went up to block, and the girl who was hitting stepped over the line and landed on my right ankle.  I went down and twisted it. 

Having experienced natural childbirth, spraining an ankle is way worse.  The pain is just constant for the first ten minutes.  I almost felt like I couldn't breathe and no position relieved the pain at all. 

Heavenly Father heard my prayers though and gave me a miracle.  I was able to go to St. George the next day for the kids' doctor appointments and run all the errands we needed to there, and off to Disneyland I went on Thursday.  My brother-in-law did point out so nicely that my foot was turning green and asked me if I was becoming a zombie.  I got a wheelchair the first day and so for $12 I was taken to the front of the line on Splash Mountain, Big Thunder Mountain, Space Mountain, the Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Tours...basically all the major rides at Disneyland.  If the seat hadn't been so uncomfortable (basically just some mesh fabric), I would have done the wheelchair again on Friday.

I could not get him to smile normal that day for anything.  This is his punishment.  Public humiliation

I was wearing a jacket.  Corinne told me to take it off so we could look more "beachy"  It was freezing

Easter & Fair

We do Easter egg-hunting on Saturday.  Every Easter "eve" my family wakes up bright and early so that we can get to the Valley of Fire by 7:00 in the am. 

The whole way to the park, Cade kept asking for "anny!" (candy).  I would tell him that we had to go to the Valley of Fire to get eggs and he would look at me and say, "Hot!" (Fire=hot).

That kid made out like a bandit.  Most of the rest of the kids in my family are getting too old for Easter eggs, and they had more fun helping Cade find eggs and put them in his basket.  Every egg Cade picked up he shook to make sure there was candy in it (this paranoia comes from going to the Parks & Rec egg hunt and only finding one egg with candy in it.  The rest all had erasers, rings, and fake money).

Jackson loved hunting for small pebbles.  He found many.  Ate many.  Banged eggs together, and overall had a fabulous time (I'm a sugar nazi and don't let my kids have any sugar until their first birthday.  Next year kid).

This is the face Cade makes every time I ask him to smile

Jackson's "go-to" face.  Oh and this shirt he's wearing, it's a 2T.  

I agonized over whether or not to buy Cade an all-day carnival pass.  I would hate to buy one and have him hate all the rides, but then I would hate to buy just a few tickets and have him love the rides but not be able to go on them. 

I bought the all-day pass.

I'm so glad I did.

He spent 5 hours on the merry-go-round and the train.  This morning when he woke up he said, "Doo-Doo!"  and then "Neigh!"

I consider that $14 well spent.

Notice, we again see Jackson's "go-to" face

Cade on the train with Aunt Emilie

The face he had for most of the time.  Hard to believe he loved it

Jumping on the Bandwagon

I bought two pairs of colored skinny jeans today (cobalt blue & bright pink).

I know they're really "trendy" which means that they'll be out of style in two years, but that can't change the fact that I like how they look.

Plus I have a trip to Disneyland coming up (sans kiddos), and I like to dress-up when I'm out somewhere with just Aaron and it was the perfect excuse.



And I have to wear something that in twenty years my kids can say, "Mom, I can't believe you wore that!"

What Did You Say Again?

I got a call yesterday from the ward mission leader.  He asked if he was talking to Rachel (I know, I know, how can I politely tell someone that they called me the wrong name?  I don't know, so I don't).

Then he said something else....that I didn't catch.

And I heard Tuesdays anytime from 4:00 to 7:00.

I just blurted out 5:00.

Hopefully you all have been in this situation.  The one where you didn't really understand what someone said, so you just say something and hope that it's the right answer?

I hung up the phone and thought, "What did I volunteer us for?"

Now comes the worst part, I had to call him back.  How do I let someone know that I didn't understand what they said? 

Then, GENIUS moment.  I'll just ask him where we're meeting.  Perfect.

Except it wasn't. 

It turned out he was asking me to feed the missionaries.