Y it's a bit of breathing space

Heaven help us all, Super J is heading out of town for the week.

As a Mother's Day gift, we signed up for a membership at the YMCA...both so I could work out and hopefully stop all this stress eating that is only making me feel worse about so many things AND offering me two hours (if necessary) of child care. I don't know how long we are going to keep the membership, but it will pay for itself by the end of the week, let me just assure you.

And I mean that with lots of love. You know I love my girls. LOVE them. It's just a bad combo when you have FIVE needy females and only one of them is the "adult" who responds to the other four needy femmes. Oh, and the littlest one has discovered that if you crawl very very s.l.o.w.l.y. on the wood floor, it doesn't hurt so much and you can get under the dining room table to find ALL sorts of surprises, ranging from left over waffle bits (thanks Miss O), to play dough balls (thanks older Misses), to ANYTHING ELSE SHE CAN GET IN HER MOUTH that I have failed to sweep up (thanks, Miss L!).

I used to long for a baby that had no teeth at this age, because as you may (or may not) know, when you are trying to do the "mouth sweep" to get out such delicacies as plastic or candy foil wrappers, and your baby has teeth, your fingers are in such danger I can't even tell you.

However.

When you have a baby who just has two tiny teeth, do you know what happens? She locks those gums down into a pretty darn near impenetrable fortress that houses all sorts of masticated paper which shortly turns into pulpy goo.

So. Yeah.

If you, too, have a membership, maybe you'll want to be joining me at the local Y for a little time away from such treats.

One little, Two little, Three little

Miss A lost ANOTHER one of her top teeth, bringing the grand total to 3 (yes, THREE) teeth in a row, gone from the top row.

We told her she'd better slow down or else she'd end up just eating ice cream until her teeth come in.

Sadly, though, for various reasons relating to loads of outdoor gardening and landscaping (Super J) or a long vigorious walk late in the evening (me), we both fell asleep without making sure that...um...the Tooth Fairy came.

Alas! When Miss A woke up, she was sad to say that T.F. didn't take her tooth! I told her not to worry, that T.F. was probably just behind. I told her that if T.F. didn't come tonight, though, that I'd be writing to the Tooth Fairy Association and complaining on her behalf. She was fine with that.

Now I just have to see what the T.F. is going to do to make up for this faux pas. I'm thinking she owes a decent apology and maybe a bit more money...kinda like if you're late with a credit card payment, they get some interest? Maybe? We'll see, and I'll let you know.

UPDATE: Well, well, well. Of course there's a Tooth Fairyland site.. Why didn't I think of this. I simply emailed a letter to myself, made some changes and printed a new copy (with an apology, of course) with the "legend" of the T.F. (who knew?), and put it in an envelope with some fancy, hopefully fairy like writing. It is now waiting in our mailbox for Miss A to go and get when she comes home from school. Viola. She'll be thrilled.

Laura's Homemade Gift

Remember when I did my "giveaway?" It was where I posted a "respond to this and you'll get some nifty homemade thing!" Well, I, too, responded to a friend's blog and guess what? She sent me something already! These super cute "Thank You" cards. How fun is that? I'm supposed to post a picture of them, and I will, but I cannot seem to find the camera and I wanted to give her props for getting it done! Wahoo, Laura! And Thank You!

So, pictures will be following soon...hopefully.