Time for bed has been comming for awhile now. I am dragging. My fingers are still willing to type so…. post I shall.
We have been having a hard time around bed time with the fish lately. He isn’t going down as easy as he has in the past. I am thrilled he is still sleeping through most of the night. But bedtime is getting rough. The three short people in my house all sleep in the same room. Our third bedroom is still looking like a storage unit. I am thinking it may have to become a nursery or "boy’s room" I am not sure if this will solve our "Let’s wake up Sister at 6:30 am" problem or not.
The last two mornings Thing 1 has been up very early. Thursday night was the arrival of the first tooth fairy visit. So naturally we weren’t thinking he would sleep in that morning. He was the one who actually extracted his first tooth. I was so greatful. I could not believe how completely wussy I was when I heard it pull away from the gums. I shudder just remembering. He was shocked and kind of scared. But we hiped it up pretty good so he knew there would be something big the next morning. As I plotted what the tooth fairy would bring I brainstormed some ideas.
1. gift (small toy) wrapped all in sparkley boyish colors.
4. Something fun to do a an activity the next day.
I was stumped. I realized this was the first tooth. This was the first tooth fairy visit in our little family. It had to be big. I wanted to follow tradition. So we went with cold hard cash.
Now I have this little tooth that I don’t know what to do with.