Parable of the Lost Tooth, Part 2

Continued from Part 1 where I explained how Leif had his tooth extracted and swallowed his tooth, and was extremely distressed until I told him we could search through poop for it.  

At 4:38am our bedroom door flies open. "Mommy, I have to poop!" It was Leif, who NEVER gets up to use the bathroom during the night. "Leif, just go on the potty, there's very little chance your tooth is going to be in this one." But he refused. Charles had the idea that Leif could poop into the old toddler potty, that I never let my kids use because of the gross factor. So, I stumbled downstairs and into the garage trying to find all of the pieces to the potty. The bottom, which also becomes a step stool was out on our back deck. So, in a t-shirt, underwear and socks, I go out INTO THE RAIN to retrieve this final part. The deed was done, covered & stored in our garage for examination in the morning. It was then well after 5am, and our noise woke up Owen, and thus began our day.

"So, did the Tooth Fairy come last night?" I asked Leif when I was awake enough to think. He ran upstairs and comes back beaming with the Sacagawea Dollar I had put under his pillow. "How did you get it under my pillow without me knowing?" He asks. (I've already told him the history of the tooth fairy, including the fact that the parents are actually the fairies.) "Well, I was the Tooth Fairy, so I was super quiet."

Geared up for the search!

We geared up in masks and gloves. We got out newspaper, plastic knives and plastic bags. We spent several days carefully and painfully searching through number twos. Leif vowed never to poop at school again until we found the tooth. But by the end of the week, Leif said he was ready to quit. I told him we could put his Sacagawea Dollar into a tooth treasure chest, and keep it in memory of his lost-lost tooth. He didn't even cry at this suggestion. I thought he was done searching through poop, although he had mentioned several times that he would never give up on the "tooth quest". Apparently that was his name for what we were doing.

I wrote a blog post and I called it "The Lost-Lost Tooth", but I didn't publish it. I was suspicious that Leif was going to have us try again, and I was right. Saturday morning Leif informed me that "the Tooth Quest was not over." So, I warned him that after this, we were not going to look any more, but we could try this one last time. We got geared up and Leif said, "I don't want to do this, but I'm going to." And I said, "me too, let's do this." So we search, and we search, and I really thought we were done when my plastic knife clinked into something. THE TOOTH! Leif exclaims, "Thanks Mommy! Can I go play now?" We laughed and did some high-fives and a happy dance. Leif ran to tell Charles and I ran to find some bleach.

Finally reunited. (post bleaching)

Saturday night we read the parables of the lost coin, the lost sheep, and the prodigal son, and talked about how God would not only search to find us, but he sent Jesus to die for us so that we would never have to be apart again. And He celebrates us, just like we laughed and celebrated the lost tooth that was found.

Lessons you can learn from me:
1. Sometimes being co-dependent can land you elbow deep in poo for days on end, so mourn losses with your kids and move on!
2. If your child swallows anything of value, do NOT feed them peanuts until your search is over. 

Lessons you can learn from Leif:
1. When getting your tooth pulled, sit PERFECTLY still, and maybe your dentist won't drop your tooth down your throat. 
2. Poop stinks. 
3. My mom rocks.

Lessons we should have learned from Charles:
1. It's okay to be sad and say goodbye to things.
2. It's okay for our children to be sad and say goodbye to things.
3. My wife is crazy.

The tooth!

4. Feeling like a lost tooth stuck in poop? Don't worry, Jesus is looking for you and won't stop until the plastic knife clinks against your teeth, or some other part of you that might clink.

The End. 

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

I should record Owen singing more often, since he does it so much. But, last night in the bath he was playing with a boat singing Row, Row, Row Your Boat, and so I asked him to sing it again for me:

Leif's vote

Leif fell on his face while trick-or-treating, so I kept him home on Thursday to rest and heal. I took him with me to the early voting place, and my mom stayed home with Owen. Leif didn't want to go; he wanted to stay home and climb trees and be wild with his split open chin.

We joined the snaking line just inside the church doors with an estimated 45 minute wait. Shortly thereafter, Leif got my phone and happily played Angry Birds while I steered him around in the line, that is, until we got into the next room where you fill out the paperwork. As we were being directed to our seats, the man informed us that we would have to put away the phone. Leif obeyed and sat somewhat patiently while I filled out my information.

Then we joined another line (without the phone), then we reached the computer to put in our vote. I let Leif do most of the touch screen, telling him which boxes to push, so when we got out to the car, I thought I should talk to him about voting.

I explained that we choose our leaders based on who we agree with more, and we're each able to vote for the person we want to be our leader.

Leif replied, "Did you vote for that guy that told us to put away the phone? Because I didn't agree with him."

Mommy's Hair

Short hair is fun. Short hair is easy. However, I have some men in my life, who think that princesses only have long hair. Leif and I had this interaction regarding my hair as he was swinging on the swing set.

Leif: Mommy, how old will you be when I’m all grown up?
Me: Well, when you’re 20, I’ll be 49.
Leif: Okay, when you’re that old, you can have short hair.
Me: Oh, Leif, do you miss mommy’s long hair?
Leif (with tears starting to well up in his eyes): I do.

Leif (age 2)

And in order to understand this, you must know the
TALE OF THE “MOMMY HAIR”

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Leifkin,
And when he was tired or a little afraid,
He would suck his thumb.
And at night, just before bed, he would ask his mommy
for one hair from her head.

He would take the hair, wrap it around his thumb
and clasp the rest in his fingers,
and would suck his thumb and go to sleep.

And, if that hair was not quite long enough
(like after his mommy got a haircut,
which he did not like in the least)
he would ask for a longer mommy hair.

And if he could find a stray hair for his other hand,
he would wrap it around his thumb, and clasp the rest in his fingers,
just in case he happened to turn in the night, and need to suck the other thumb.

Now that he is not such a little boy,
Leifkin no longer receives a mommy hair from his mommy.
But still, when he is sleepy, his thumb finds its way into his mouth.

The End.

CHEESE! (Some pictures of the kiddos)

Owen, Leif & I created Owen's letters!

Leif & his "best buddy" Will made his letters.

Leif & our neighbor Oscar playing with paper airplanes!

Leif on our swingset.

Owen swinging.

Cheesing it up in the studio!

Little poser in the studio.

Pretending to be airplanes to celebrate "Pop the Pilot". (My dad just got his pilot's license!)

 The boys always seem to have a stick outside!

Owen loves to swing on his belly.

Leif is always looking for a tree to climb.

Leif was the black Angry Bird for Halloween!

Owen was a Monkey. (of course!)

We enjoyed a visit from Nana (my mom) for Halloween.

Bad Guy Face

I noticed Leif making this face a lot today. It was mostly when he was fighting off pretend bad guys in the yard. So, I followed him around and got him to show me his "bad guy face".
Me: "Wow, that face would scare away some bad guys."
Leif: "Oh, that's not how I would scare away the bad guys."
Me: "Oh really, how would you?"
Leif: "Well, I'd just kill the first one, and the rest would just run away."

Oh Brother: Toddler Language

Our 2 year old Owen (who has not yet been mentioned on this blog- welcome Owen!) has been adding an "ee" to the end of lots of words lately. Charles thinks he's afraid he's losing his baby cute factor, so he's trying to talk cute. Just before dinner tonight he spots some animal crackers and looks at me and says, "Cracker time!", which is cute enough, but when I said no, it's dinner time, he tried, "Cracky timey?"

He calls himself "Owie", but every once in a while, I'll ask him if he's my Owie, and he'll say, "I Owen Warren" just to spite me. He calls Leif "Leify", which Leif likes, but will not allow anyone else to call him.

Owen is also in the stage where he repeats everything that is said. This was especially frustrating for Leif the other night as they raced in the house. Leif was faster than Owen would shout, "I WIN!" as he would run into the couch. Owen would repeat, "I WIN!", and Leif looked at him and said, "No, you lost!", to which Owen replied, "No, you lost!" So, Leif tried again, "No, I WON", and like a perfect parrot, Owen shouts with intensity, "NO! I WON!"...and so on...oh brothers!