The Beauchamp FamilyYes, we really are this geeky…

So, Saturday night both the kids lost teeth. Cassie lost that top one that had been loose since April (not kidding) and Jamie lost his first molar. I did end up pulling Cassie’s for her. She has really weird teeth, they don’t seem to dissolve all the way and they start poking her and she starts complaining and I can’t take it anymore so I reach up and tug it just a little and it pops out. So there’s no real “pulling” going on there – I just need relief from the constant whining. I seriously cannot take it.

So, I yanked her tooth out. After many tears beforehand, I yanked it out and she didn’t even know it was out. Of course.

I had promised we would have a sleepover on the living room floor and watch Tooth Fairy, the movie. So that’s what we did. We laughed and giggled in all the right places, etc etc.

I started to fall asleep when Jamie comes over and tells me “hey mom, my tooth is getting looser”. I told him that was great and it’d probably come out next week. Next thing I know, I’m awakened by “Mom! It’s out! My tooth is out!”. He had worried it until it came out.

It’s funny he’s a lot like me when I was a kid. If I had a loose tooth, I’d play with that thing until it came out. Not Cassie, she protects and babies her loose teeth until they are hanging on by a thread. He had quite a bit of blood (on his face, on his shirt – where he had wiped his fingers) so we got him cleaned up and all set.

So, all that was left was for the tooth fairy to come… which, of course, meant that Tom and I had to come up with some evil thing to do to our children (yeah, that’s not a college fund people, that’s a therapy fund)… here’s the morning after…

So yeah, they were disappointed more than thinking she was silly. It’s still kinda funny though

Tom made these amazing burgers a few nights ago along with some baked french fries.

Jamie, who recently has started actually eating potatoes in other forms pipes up:

“Wow, these are kind of potatoey!”

Which begs the question… what did the 9-year-old THINK french fries were made of?

Oh, and Cassie has lice again. I guess we didn’t catch them all last time. ARGH! I’ve come up with an insane mommy regiment to get rid of them this time. I mean it! This is war, people!

I just found this and it reminded me of why Cassie wrote it…

A couple of months ago, she called me from school saying that *I* forgot to put her library book in her backpack. Yeah, you can imagine how that went over. Lead bricks. I did, however, find it and schlep it up to the school after reminding her that it’s not MY responsibility to keep up with HER stuff.

My favorite part is the “We forgot to read the book.” – cuz, ya know, something has to be my fault right? *laughing* She did come that night an apologize. Little Brat.

I have this weird thing with Cassie (tell me I’m not the only mom that tortures her children). Any time she tells me another mom did something really cool, I ask her if that means I’m not her favorite mommy anymore, it makes her giggle. I always proclaim that the other mommy is OBVIOUSLY her favorite mommy now.

Cassie came home from the neighbor’s house on Friday with a mini pencil and a silly bandz (I hadn’t heard of them either until very recently). I was joking with her after her shower that Mrs. Neighbor was now her favorite mommy. She was giggling when I asked her who her favorite mommy was and she stopped and got really serious. I thought she was going to be mad because I was picking on her, but no. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “No. You’re my favorite Mommy.” I asked why and she replied, her voice full of seriousness and sincerity, “Because you are MY Mommy.”

Dammit. She almost made me cry. Yes, sweetheart, I certainly am your mommy.

Jamie and I were driving in the car yesterday and he was in the backseat rambling about random stuff like he does. I honestly just nod and say “uh huh” a lot because it’s nearly a verbal assault with him when he gets going.

We’re driving along and stop in traffic in front of a stone supply place. He’s looking and rambling about it and talking about what they sell and why.

I told him that they sell stones, so you can decorate our house or whatever you’d use them for. He got really quiet back there and you could nearly hear the little gears turning his head… about a full minute later I hear.

“Mom. They sell rocks!” in the most incredulous voice I’ve ever heard.

Yes, son, they sell rocks…. and people buy them.

Jamie has been sick, home from school the past 4 days. I took him to the doctor on Tuesday because he said he had a sore throat when he swallows and his tummy was hurting. I thought there was a chance he had strep because those are the two tell-tale signs. It was negative (whew!) but he still didn’t eat hardly anything all week. On Wednesday night he was crying in his sleep because he had an earache. Back to the doctor yesterday and he has an ear infection. It’s been quite a week.

When the kids are sick, we let them sleep on the floor in our room or in bed with me (poor Tom takes the sofa). Last night, we moved the mattress from Jamie’s bed into our room on the floor and he sacked out there.

Cassie comes in dressed this morning while I’m brushing my hair. I had music playing (Single Ladies) so she and I were dancing around, being silly. Cassie announced it was a dance party morning. Jamie sat up on his bed and started bouncing up and down and said, “That means I’m the bouncer!!”

Heh. Yup, it’s Club Beauchamp apparently.

Oh, and the photo is Jamie reading Coraline by Neil Gaiman on my Kindle. Little thief

Tom was sitting with the kids while they finished up lunch and they asked about Passover and different religious things and asked what Easter was all about for those who went to church. (For us, it’s a chance to give our kids lots of candy via a rabbit).

Tom explained that the Christians believe that on Easter, Jesus rose from the dead and etc etc. He thought it was going pretty well until…

Jamie looked at him and said, “Dad, that’s nasty, so he’s like a zombie, right?”

LOL LOL. I swear, we didn’t say anything around him, but I always proclaim today to be Happy Zombie Day.

Awesome, as if the religious family members don’t already think we’re weird enough. And zombies are really big at school now. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

“Daddy, you’re not purdy! You’re bald!”

Heh.

No, not me…. Cassie.

My neighbor sent this to me, I can just see him grinning and spying through the miniblinds in his office… our girls were outside in the rain (no, it won’t make them sick, mom)

Jamie has lately shown he has quite a little sense of humor. He made a little joke and I proclaimed “You are such a little nerd!”

To which he replied, “I’m not a nerd, I’m a computer geek!”

Ahhh… at least he knows who he is