Well, another day off for The Jews. Big Kid woke up 5 minutes ago and has already begged to play Jenga, Wii and Nick Jr. on the computer.
little kid drank the last of the milk (which means no milk for my coffee) and initiated a fight with Big Kid that resulted in him flipping off of the couch. Right now he is screaming at the dogs for taking too long to get to the front door.
Speaking of school, 2 of the class moms have already RSVPed for the V-day playdate and were adequately impressed with both my idea and invitations. HA. I never did find those paper clips by the way.
Big Kid says that Julia has a loose tooth.
Big Kid: You know Juwia? In my cwass?
Big Kid: Her toof is woose and she wiggles and wiggles and wiggles it ebery day dest wike dis (pretends to wiggle front tooth)
Ashley: Seriously?? Her tooth is loose??
Big Kid: Yes, all da kids hab da baby teefs and da baby teefs start to wiggle and you wiggle dem and wiggle dem and dey fall out and den big gwoned up teefs gwow in.
Now I know that this happens and I'm familiar with the process...but already? At 4? I guess I just never really thought it happening to me, little less soon.
Can I confess now that the whole loose tooth thing FREAKS ME OUT? Ugh. It gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. It is so gross and weird.
So I guess I have that to look forward to any day now.
Today I'm going to the other coast for a photography seminar. I don't want to go just because it sounds like a big hassle and I know the whole thing will make me tired and it doesn't get out until 11pm and then I'll have a long ride home in front of me.
I do want to go because I am BADLY in need of an escape and it is all about babies and maternity shoots. You know what this means, right? I'll want to be pregnant by the end of today.
I am a sucker for the sight of a smooth, round, tight belly and I have a short memory for the back pain, hip pain, chafing, exhaustion, insomnia, heartburn and being attacked from the inside by a little person who will continue their attacks for at least 18 years once they escape.
Maybe I could get pregnant, do some maternity photos of myself and some newborn shots and then give the baby to a convent? Do people still do that?
The photographer giving the seminar is the woman who started the organization where they do the pro bono work for parents of terminal babies and children. Ugh. This time I'm getting a spot by the door and I'm out of there when the sad stuff starts. I will bring a small cash donation to make up for my inability to sit through it again. I just can't, I'm still haunted by the last time.
So I won't be around to entertain you all today, you may as well clean up your house or actually do the work that you get paid to do. Slackers.
I'll see you later, alligators.
Edited to add: Before anyone starts with the "you're evil" thing regarding my inability to look at totally tragic, heart wrenching images, I do want to publicly announce that I contacted an organization that takes photos of foster kids looking for placement and they are calling me the next time they need a photographer. I AM A GOOD PERSON. I know most of you know that, but just thought I'd throw some evidence out there for those of you who have your doubts.