Perhaps I drink too much coffee.

I don't think I drink too much coffee, but would it be a sign that I do when my not-quite-two-year-old walks around with a plastic toy cup stating "this is my coffee, Mommy"? He has been walking around with it all morning, and warning others not to touch it because it is is "hawt". As long as he doesn't start walking around with an imaginary glass of wine or beer, I think we are ok ;)

Directions from a toddler

Logan's new phrase:

"go that way..."

For example, when we were at the doctors office Tuesday night, and he just knew that someone was coming in soon to poke, prod, and pinch he kept pointing at the exit door crying "GO THAT WAY!!!"

When it is time for bed, and we are holding him near his crib, giving him goodnight kisses, he is pointing towards the hallway saying "go that way..."

When he sees the freshly baked cookies on the counter, and can't quite reach them, he asks to be picked up and points to the kitchen with a smile saying "go that way!"

He also says "I did it!", which is super adorable.

Anyone have the Tooth Fairy's phone number?

Do you think I can find it in the yellow pages, because we NEED IT! Logan's tooth... the one that was jammed up so far in his gums it was practically coming out his nose.... well, it just POPPED OUT! Just popped out. He was sitting in his chair at the table while I was making lunch. He had his head laying on his hands on the table and suddenly started whining. He was saying "mommy, hand, mommy hand" over and over. I though maybe he had some snot or something on his hand, as he usually complains when there is ANYTHING on his hands. He doesn't like to be dirty. Hmmm.... who do you think he gets THAT from... anyways, so he is holding his fist out to me and I go over there expecting to wipe of a boogie when there it it. Just laying on top of his hand. HIS TOOTH! Root and all.

I am just shocked. Here we are thinking we will have to wait up to 6 months, and potentially face Oral Surgery. SURGERY! And now... no waiting! The dentist was flabergasted. She could not believe that it came out, and actually questioned whether it was a different tooth. But no! It is that tooth that was jammed up to the edges of the earth and space and all that is unseen.

And my sweet boy lets out a sigh of relief! Can you even imaging how much better it must feel for him? My goodness! He must feel SO MUCH BETTER! YAY!!

I have been walking around the past few days in a daze of panic and anxiety because of the pain that he has been in, and the unknowing future of this tooth. The bad news is that he will need a baby denture, but this means no surgery! Have I mentioned that? NO SURGERY!

We go to the dentist on Tuesday morning so the dentist can oooo and ahhhh over the amazingness of the magical flying tooth. In my head, call me an optimist, but I am thinking that since the baby tooth spent minimal time jammed up into the permanant tooth bud that maybe this means the permanant tooth will be spared any severe harm. FINGERS CROSSED EVERYONE!! Hopefully we can get his baby denture soon and don't have to go through the holidays and his birthday with our Billy-Bob-Baby. Even his gums are looking so much better.

Perhaps I can cancel the order I placed for the bubble I was planning to have him live in for the next ... oh.... 23 or 24 years.

A little hand holding goes a long way

My poor baby. My poor, poor, baby boy. Sunday night was "the accident" as we have been calling it. He was standing by the end table in the living room and stepped on a toy that was on the floor. As Brian and I were telling him not to stand on his toy, it slipped out from under him and he slammed his mouth on the side of the table. I reached over and grabbed him out and there was a chunk of wood from the table in his mouth - he hit it that hard. I realized that his tooth was missing, he was bleeding from his nose and mouth, but his tooth was not there. Brian and I rushed him to the dentist who gave us the shocking news- his tooth has been push up into his gum - completely. The bottom of his tooth is 5mm above his gum line. The gum tissue in his mouth is very damaged, and he has exposed bone, potential damage to his baby tooth and permanant tooth, and will be "toothless" for up to six months. We have been devestated over our poor baby's pain. He has been such a trooper, and will give us a big grin filled with one less tooth. He will ask us for smooches even though his lip is swollen, and he will walk over to the table and say "table owie, no stand on boat". Ugh, my heart is just aching for him.

Last night, about 4am, Logan woke up in pain. It had been about six hours since he had some meds for the pain, and he was moaning and crying "owie". I gave him his motrin, cuddled with him and rubbed his back until he relaxed. He finally curled up next to me and said "mommy, hold hand". He just wanted me to hold his had. I held it tight and rubbed his hand until he fell asleep. It is, by far, the least I could do, but yet that is all he needed from me.

Dear Logan...

Dear Logan,

You will often lay in my lap and look up at me. I can really see your blue eyes, but what others can't see are the flecks of brown that are mixed in with the blue. If I look for long enough, you start to giggle and cover your face like you are embarrassed. You bat your mile-long eyelashes at me and are ready to move on to something else. That's fine, because you gave me just a little time to gaze into those sweet blue eyes with brown flecks that are half me, and half your Dad.

Love, Mommy.

Mr. Manners

It is my job as a parent to instill those important life lessons in my son. You know, like always look both ways before you cross the street, always wear clean underwear, open doors for people in public, say "Thank You"... you know, stuff like that. I figure the easiest way to do these things is to just start doing them. Sounds simple, right? You would be surprised how many kids I have encountered in my days that have been a little older than Logan, and a lot older than Logan, that manners and life lessons have been lost on.

Well, I am so proud to say that Logan has mastered "Thank You". When he says it, he has this adorable little tone of his voice and it sounds more like "Take Two", but I know he gets it. What really blows my mind, is that it is one thing to say thank you when prompted, but it is another thing to say it because you know it's right. It amazes me that at 20-months-old, we can give Logan his plate, hand him over his sippy, serve him some more carrots, put on his shoes for him, change his diaper... and he says "Thank You". Even this morning, after he had been up screaming for 3 hours with a sharp object piercing his gums, I gave him some Tylenol and a hug and he thanked me. Makes the four hours of sleep completely worth it!