I'm laughing right now. I probably should be......but at least I'll get an award for "Worst Mother of the Year." Soooooo.....Elliott has had a wiggly tooth for the past 2 weeks. During these 2 weeks, we have been wiggling the heck out of this tooth. Meanwhile, Elijah is whining that he doesn't have a wiggly tooth and wants one like his twin brother. (Keep this in mind yall....).
Well tonight, I decided to pull Elliott's tooth. It's loose as all 'get out' and I don't want him freaking out at school about loosing a tooth. (He's been doing so well in kindergarten these past few weeks.) So we start a tuggin and pullin.
At first Elijah is laughing at his twin Elliott. I mean rolling on the floor laughing.
Me: Elijah what are you laughing about?
Elijah: I'm laughing at Elliott.
Me: Why??? It hurts a little when you get a tooth pulled. You will be next.
Elijah: ...(Stoic face).......(crying face)......(see 2nd pic, top middle)...
Me: What's wrong Elijah???
Elijah: I don't want my tooth pulled!!!!!!!! (proceeds to hold Elliott's hand)
And yes, during this entire time I am snapping pictures and barely holding in my giggles. I even manage to get Elijah to wiggle Elliott's tooth a bit. But when I get a GOOD tug and red bloody mary shows.....Elijah is done.
Elijah: ...(loud as h#$l gasp.....GASP....and hand covers mouth like a white lady in a horror film.)
Elijah: Oh my gosh Mom. There's blood. It's so red.
Elliott: (crying softly...a few intermittent ooowwws)
Me: I told you it hurts.
Elijah: I really think we should stop.
For the next 7 minutes, I tug...THEY cry...... (Yes, they both cried as if they were both losing a tooth.)
Once the tooth is out, Elijah ask Elliott if he would like him to sleep with him for comfort. Elliott actually says yes!!! (Elliott hasn't wanted to share a sleeping space with NO ONE since he had to share the womb with Elijah 5 yrs ago.)
I think this "painful" experience bought them closer together.....But I'm only putting money for 1 under the pillow tonight.
OMG!!!! It's finally happening. We have left the Dark Age of boys doing dumb stuff behind. No more thoughtless antics. No more sleepless nights spent wondering who will take care of me at my old age (because my kids have done some dumb things.) I no longer worry if there is something truly wrong with my child's reasoning skills. Nope nope nope....we are out of the Dark Ages. Aiden has been truly rocking it!!!!
School: Great grades. All A's and B's on his report card.
Robotics: Great!!! (Can't really elaborate because I don't understand it...very complex stuff with robots, drones, water, programming stuff.....)
Taekwondo: Amazing. He received lots of praise from the owner of ATA and nearly skipped belts!!!!
Boy Scouts: Oh he's killing it!!! Got a butt-load of badges that will take me months to sew on.
Home: Cool. He's keepin E3 (Elliott, Elijah, Eve) in check. Helping around the house too.
At the end of the day, sometimes he's tired. Really tired. Sometimes he doesn't want to go to his "extra curricular" activities, but he perseveres. Because in this house, it not about what you want to do, but what needs to be done.
How long will this last??? I don't know. Hopefully forever. I kinda enjoy not having to repeat myself thirteen thousand times a day. (It leaves more time for singing.) I like asking him to get something from another room and ACTUALLY getting the item I asked for. It's kinda nice.
A mom could get use to this.
Mommy Phoebe Free
These are simple letters to my kids...about their antics.