Mouths of Babes

Abigail: "Mom, I think I have a cold."

Owen: "Mom, I think I have a hot!"

iFLY

A couple of weeks ago Alec's new team of co-workers went on an indoor skydiving adventure at a new place here in Ogden called iFLY. The gym we go to is in the same building, so the kids and I stopped by on our way to the gym to watch Alec and snap a few photos. Alec said it was super fun and the kids LOVED watching Alec fly.

Once

Alec and I are pretty regular watchers of the film critics, Ebert and Roeper. When they first reviewed the movie Once Alec was intrigued. Then at the end of 2007, both Ebert and Roeper listed Once as one of their top 10 movies of the year. So we watched it and L O V E D it!

{Disclaimer: We honestly didn't know it was rated R when we watched it, and found out just tonight that it was. So if you're opposed, now you know. And not to justify it or anything, but it is rated R for some F-bombs and that is it.}

Anyway, I don't want to ruin anything for anyone who may be interested in seeing this film, so I won't say too much about it, other than I really, really liked it and so did Alec. It is only about an hour and half long, and if you can't understand what they are saying with the thick Irish accents at the beginning, don't give up, it gets better. If for nothing else, you should see it for the music. And also so you can discuss the story with me.

Tissue Bandit

These photos are probably most meaningful to my mother-in-law, who has a couple of very similar shots of Alec when he was little.

Owen took the Kleenex box to bed with him, and then had a little fun pulling every last one out and making a big fluffy pile.

He was not too happy about having to clean them up.

Easter

{photo taken prior to the tooth incident}

Dyeing Easter Eggs

Mouths of Babes

When I started the whole "Mouths of Babes" aspect of my blog, I thought it might be a great way to record and share some of the funny things that my kids say on a frequent basis. I did not, however, anticipate needing to record such a literal translation of "From the Mouths of Babes."This was knocked out of my barely three-year-old's mouth on Monday.

It all started when I decided to take a quick shower after breakfast, before getting everyone else ready for the day. In doing so, I told Abigail to go downstairs and watch the baby to make sure he didn't eat anything dangerous or climb up the stairs. I guess she took this responsibility to include watching over the three-year-old Owen as well. In her efforts to corral Owen and bring him downstairs with her, a game of chase ensued.

After a couple of gleeful laps in and out of my bathroom, the third lap ended with Owen colliding into the bathroom counter and screams of pain. I hopped out of the shower with my soapy hair after Abigail proclaimed that Owen was bleeding. Expecting to find a cut lip I started to wipe him up with a tissue. But when I couldn't quite figure out where all the blood was coming from, I looked a little more closely and saw that he was missing a tooth! Sure enough, there it lay on the floor.

I panicked (immediately imagining a future where all children run away scared of my sweet toothless freak, scaring him for life), called Alec at work, and put the tooth in milk (I thought I had remembered reading that somewhere). Alec was kind enough to race to my rescue, since it would have taken equal amounts of time for him to come home, as it would be for me to finish my shower and get everyone dressed and to the dentist's office.

Long story short, he has no front tooth, could be losing the one next to it, and now has a slightly odd vagrant look about him. (But, perhaps the look will give him some street cred in Nursery or something.) Anyway, I'm grateful he was not injured more seriously. We are now looking into cosmetic dentistry options and learning to love this smile--that perhaps only a mother can love!

As a post script, Owen keeps asking if he can put his tooth back in now.

And I suppose I need to find out what the going rate is for the Tooth Fairy.