Poor Deacon lost one of his top teeth when he was 4. You may remember that unfortunate playground incident. (should be a link. But I hate linking.)
About a month ago he whacked his mouth on his knee and his two bottom teeth became loose. I was worried about it because the poor kid can barely eat, and it seems early for him to be losing teeth. Anyway, we went to his cleaning last week and the dentist said his 6 year molars were in so it was perfect timing for his bottom 2 to come out. He told Deacon to wiggle away.
So Deacon has been wiggling.
2 nights ago Noah noticed that one of them was gone, but Deacon doesn't remember losing it.
This morning, while eating his toast Deacon became very irritated with me. He couldn't believe that I would buy that peanut butter with the hard things in it. I said, "Deke. I didn't buy crunchy peanut butter. It is probably your tooth!" He didn't believe me and still was suspicious that I was trying to con him. I found the tooth and his irritation turned to glee.
Now the tooth fairy better get organized and find some sort of toothy prize.
In other news, I swam laps yesterday for the first time since September. Taking 5 months off to "concentrate on my run" didn't do my run or my swim any favors. My running distance has not improved. My mile times haven't improved and my mile swim times are. Hmm... what mile swim times? I just about died after 3 laps. I did power through and swim a 1/2 mile before I had to quit to go watch Deke on the slide. I guess it is pool time for me. But with a swim cap this time.
Having a chronic chlorine infiltration stinks.
Remember the denim jumper I talked about a week or so ago? Yeah, I should link it again, but remember, I hate doing links. I make fun of homeschool moms and denim jumpers sometimes (also sweatshirts with nature scenes on them) but my secret is that I own a denim jumper. It is a maternity one and I thought that it was ok because it was from Motherhood Maternity and not a garage sale in a church basement. And it is spaghetti straps. So I thought I could wear it with a spaghetti strap tank and look somewhat cool.
But being 50 pounds heavier is really not cool no matter what you wear or how many babies are in there.
I was going to put it on and take a picture of me in it for you all, but it is appallingly large in all the wrong places when I am not pregnant.
So I put it back in the maternity bin. Because no matter how horrible it is, I just can't get rid of it yet. If you ever see me wearing it, please arrange for me to climb over a fence. It is almost a guarantee that it will rip. And since I don't know how to sew, it will be gone for good.
Yeah. That would be great.