Archive for March, 2015


tooth fairy

My plans for the evening include writing a letter of thanks and explanation to my daughters, pretending to be the tooth fairy.  They wrapped her a present and wrote her a letter asking nicely for two small bags of pixie dust so they can fly.  They cannot stand themselves they’re so excited thinking about how to use their new pixie dust.  I think they’ve been working out this plea for pixie dust for quite a while.  Finally, someone lost another tooth!  I’m working out how to explain why I, the tooth fairy, can’t give them pixie dust and frantically trying to think of something that they can pretend is pixie dust.  And what can I find to make a pixie dust worthy bag, here and in secret in the short time between their bedtime and mine?!?  I’m kind of longing for those recent days when the thought of the tooth fairy was terrifying.

Mama! The tooth fairy is going to be visiting tonight!




Three years ago todayDSC_0076

Just the other dayIMG_7638

It’s a happy 3rd familyversary!



I’ve had failures as a parent.  I knew before it all began that parenting would likely be the toughest thing ever. I just would have never guessed in what ways.  I’ve been surprised.  For example, I didn’t know I’d be faced with serious challenges and obstacles by such things as Pink Toothpaste and socks.   I didn’t know about missing socks, mismatched socks, socks not fitting, socks opted for with shoes they do not belong with and opted to be left behind even though shoes and weather indicate a need. I didn’t know until we were on our way home from a restaurant happily wearing princess pajamas that one sock had been replaced with a glove. A glove. A glove was being worn in place of a sock. A glove?!?  This issue would never have occurred to me when contemplating the possible challenges of parenting.  Why would I know that I needed to not only check for the presence of socks but that they were in fact socks. I don’t care at this point that socks don’t match clothes or match one another.  I do care that we have them on when needed and that they are in fact socks.  I’ve given up on the socks fitting perfectly, but would like two socks to be replaced by two clean socks each day and I’d like them to actually be socks.  Then there’s Pink Toothpaste.  Seems innocent enough.  Nope.  Pink Toothpaste has become a thing in our house.  Pink Toothpaste is my nemesis, my archenemy.   I’m not proud.  It’s an issue when it flies from toothbrushes because water is turned on full blast.  It’s also an issue when I find this pink bubblegum smelling partially dried goo on the ceiling and various other surfaces like every single wall (always higher than I can reach), towels, the mirror, the faucet, the sink, the shower curtain, the counter, afros and the dog.  Never would have guessed that ultimate flicking whacking sword fighting spell casting toothbrushes of five year old kids with Pink Toothpaste would be a thing I’d be dealing with.  At times, I’ve failed to deal with the Pink Toothpaste issue in a good way.  Parenting. It’s tough.

Can you believe a person would do this? 😉


Here they are being cute.