My little men

I knew this day would come. And you did, too, since I've mentioned before that the signs were there. A wobbly tooth, an excited 5-year-old, an anxious mother.

And, yesterday, (Tuesday, September 9th), it happened.

Jason was eating lunch at school, when he said his tooth hurt. He touched his tooth and, pop, out it came. "It was all wiggly, and then it came out," he said.

I picked him up and his teacher handed the little tooth to me in a plastic bag.

He was so excited to put it in the little tooth fairy pillow that Grandma sent us this week. Thanks so much for it. Perfect timing and a perfect way for him remember this special time.

I imagine he'll have another tooth to set in the pillow soon. When it rains it pours. The tooth next to the one that fell out is loose as well. By the way, he seems to think the tooth fairy needs to pony up a little more than the $3 she did for tooth #1. I told him the economic times were tough for everyone, even those with wings.

Meantime, we're back at the t-ball field. This time, Jason is an Oakland Athletic.



Doug got me all paranoid that our kid would be the most crazily-dressed one out there. Jason grew a lot more than we aniticpated, so we got him the wrong size of t-ball pants. Turns out, it didn't really matter. He nailed that ball twice and had a great time on the field, despite wearing the improper leg coverings. We'll get it fixed by the weekend.



Have you met my son, the chef? I can only hope.
Michael walks around everywhere, making us meals. Sometimes it's cheesecake, sometimes it's a chocolate chip cake, sometimes it's just plain pasta. We can also we treated to "poop" sandwiches. He is 3, after all.

Over the weekend, we actually let him in the kitchen to cook some real food.
The boys had a great time and did a very good job at making pizzas.



The baby is taking it all in stride.
He's got to, with a mother who would make him wear these shades and then snap a picture.



Most of the time, he is a delight. We see this smiling baby ALL the time.



That is, until we put him in the car. Then erase this picture and imagine a screaming hyena. That's Baby Joshua. If you can believe it, he's gotten even louder in his anger. That, of course, makes us want to drive faster, so we can see him smile once again.



Bye for now!