The tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth...

****Tyler and I cannot wait to go see this movie!!! Maybe we will get some pointers on how to be better fairies.****

Yesterday, Tyler gingerly yanked Trace's baby tooth out of his mouth because the permanent one was already coming in behind it. To assuage his pain, we reminded Trace that the tooth fairy would be coming to bring him a surprise in exchange for his nasty tooth (who thought up this tradition anyway?).

Anyhow, this made him feel much better about the whole traumatic incident, and he was already dreaming up all the possible surprises he could imagine. It was actually a disappointment when I reminded him the "surprise" was probably going to be monetary.

When Trace awoke this morning, to his surprise, his delicate, decaying, 6-year old tooth was still under his pillow! Eeeeek!

Luckily, Tyler is quick on his feet and taught Trace a very valuable lesson: The tooth fairy does not work on Sunday.

Good thing Tyler was the first one on the scene today. I might have told Trace the tooth fairy does not donate money for inadequately brushed teeth.



Side Note: As I was searching for the image above, I noticed that this movie received sub-par reviews. SHOCKER!

January can "Go suck an egg"

Usually I hate the month of January for the following reasons :

• The holiday high is over
• There's nothing to look forward to for months...
• It's gloomy
• It's snowing
• It's cold
• It's dark
• It's cold and dark
• I don't like the cold or the dark
  

But, through all this darkness there has been some unsuspected light...

THANK YOU, Wal-Mart, for putting these puppies out unseasonably and ridiculously early. You made my day!

A few weeks before...

Every year a few weeks before Christmas, the Jensen's hold the annual family Christmas party. And every year, Santa comes and brings all the great-grand kids a little pre-Christmas present. This year was no exception, and I was curious to see how Nash would react to this "Santa Claus" who is such an enigma to all the youngins.

I was impressed to find that despite his cousin Cher's wailing and gnashing of teeth, he remained quite composed upon Santa's arrival. In fact, Nash was not afraid of Santa at all and even stood in close proximity to him when it wasn't his turn.






When Santa finally called Nash's name (he was the very last one) he literally galloped/hopped/skipped over to Santa and jumped right onto his lap.

Like he'd been doin' it for years.

He sat angelically on Santa's lap, posed for pictures, graciously accepted his gift, and was on his way.

One happy little boy.




Upon Sydney's turn with Santa, we were privileged to find out that she wanted a "Ballerina" for Christmas. "Ballerina" was not on Sydney's original letter to Santa and therefore did not make it to our home Christmas morning. Sheesh. Santa's elves can only produce so many gifts.



Trace's turn with Santa did not reveal anything new. He was desperate for the movie, Ice Age 3. He wanted that as badly as Ralphie wanted a Red Rider BB gun.
Well, since there was no chance of him shooting his eye out with this flick, Santa delivered Ice Age 3 along with many other superb gifts. And, if you ask Trace what his favorite thing he got for Christmas was, he'll immediately tell you... Ice Age 3. It's all about keeping the expectations low my friends.

***More Christmas stories to come. ***

*For all of you who are still wondering about the angel, I hate to disappoint, but I did not purchase her. On Dec. 26th, I had one goal in mind: The tree. I got the tree on clearance--50% off. I'm so glad I waited! Next Christmas will be GlORiOus for the upstairs tree. The ghetto tree downstairs, however, will have to endure one more year, sans the angel.