Wyatt's "Fairy" Special Visitor
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Since Wednesday, I've spent every waking hour with the kids because they're out of school on fall break--a break obviously intended for the teachers (which they absolutely deserve, I might add) because it seems as though the only "break" we're experiencing around our house is of the mental variety. You know, the kind which usually involves a lot of "Mommy, he's looking at me!", "Mommy, she's bothering me!", and "Mommy, I had it first!" Needless to say, Mommy has no hair left on her head.
Fortunately, however, I had a small window of opportunity to meet an old friend for dinner last night, when after being gone for only an hour (an HOUR!) I received this photo message from Eric:
Wyatt had lost his first tooth. And I missed it. Dagnabit!
But I heard all about it bright and early this morning as I awoke before 6AM to a tap, tap, tapping on my shoulder and a gleeful Wyatt sporting his toothless grin and the loot he scored from the Tooth Fairy. Let me tell ya, this boy is on top of the world right now.
He's most excited about joining the ranks of the three other kids in his class who have lost teeth, even though he still says he needs to lose one more if he wants to be up there with one of his class buddies. Ugh...the life of an Edgar. Always competitive. Never satisfied.
Each day seems to bring Wyatt closer and closer to achieving the big boy status he so desperately desires. He recently celebrated his fifth birthday, got to ride the school bus for the very first time, and his world is expanding exponentially before his very eyes as he learns that every letter makes a sound. My boy is definitely not a baby anymore. It's at this time I'd like to politely put in my request for time to stand still. I don't think I'm ready for all of this quite yet.
And as he was flashing around the dollar bills the Tooth Fairy so generously left him under his pillow, he expressed disappointment in not being able to see her in person so he could thank her for leaving him the money. Then he proceeded to give one away to his sister. Then my heart turned to mush.
He is indeed my sweet little toothless boy.
Well, it's official. We're all grown up.
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 8:12 AM
Monday, October 4, 2010
The day after Eric turned thirty-two, he started his first real job. One month later, only a few days after we celebrated seven years of marriage, we became first-time homeowners. Here we are two weeks later, and I've come to one very
Being a grown up is really hard work.
It means giving up blogging and facebooking for washing windows and scrubbing floors.
It means waking up at the crack of dawn to get myself together, breakfast made, kids clothed, and out the door by 7:30. Every. Single. Morning.(I can hear my Portland friends gasping in disbelief. Yes friends, it's true. I've applied make-up and have even fixed my hair almost every single day since we've been home. My husband hardly recognizes me.)
It also means, sadly, that sometimes you have to get ugly with people if you want to get anything accomplished. Just ask our mortgage broker.
Even so, being a grown up has some really awesome perks. REALLY awesome. And hopefully this time next year all of the sacrifices we've made over the past 10 years will simply be a memory. But right now, we're staying busy playing catch up. And enjoying life in small town America.
Where everyone knows your name, and your grandma's name, and even what you ate for breakfast that morning (you get my drift).
It's quite an adjustment from living in Portland, where I was just another face in a big city. I've run into old classmates, old teachers, and even the same old charming lady working the desk at the dry cleaners. But I couldn't be happier. Wyatt is (gasp!) actually excelling in school, making so many friends, and scoring goals on the soccer field (even if they are
for the opposing team). He is no longer referred to as The Puncher!
, as I overheard a little girl last year tell her father. He's proud of his class, respectful to his classmates, and eager to share with us what he learns in school each day. Right now, it's the Pledge of Allegiance. I've never been more proud of him.
Avery has started dance, and I'm actually quite surprised by how much she loves it. She's a little anxious at school still, but certainly improving as she learns to adjust to being out from underneath the shadow of her outgoing big brother, who has happily led all of her social interactions with other kids up to this point.
We're happy to finally be getting settled and excited to welcome the fall season (and all of the colds, allergies, and stomach bugs which seem to accompany it). Pumpkin bread, football games, and my first experience with DVR. Bring it on!
By the way, you can click this link
to if you're interested in seeing pics of the new house!
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 1:21 PM