Jack lost his first tooth Wednesday night on the way to church. We were driving down the road and he said, “Mommy, my tooth finally came out!” Ack! I had to pull over and dig out the ziplock bag I had buried in my purse for just that reason.
Today, he took his money to the library book sale and bought himself some books….because apparently, the 500 (I mean that literally. I entered them all on a spreadsheet so I could find and get rid of the duplicates) he already had weren’t enough. Oh well. You can never have too many books.
We finally found an unschooling group around here. Well, including us, there are three families. But it’s still nice to hang out with someone and not have curriculum discussions. There are plenty of kids for Jack to play with, too. One family has 5 kids, and the other has 4, including a set of twin girls who share Jack’s exact birthday. How cool is that!
I was so proud of Jack today, and a little surprised, I must admit.
We were in Office Depot buying ink for our printers. Apparently, they inject solid gold into the ink, or at least they should for those prices. Anyway, there was a display of computer CD-ROM games and Jack asked for a Zaboomafoo (from PBS) game. While we were looking, another family walked up and Jack was talking to the three children. After he told them all about Zaboo, and we were walking away, Jack said, “Nice to meet you!” The other mom realized what he said before I did. She said, “Nice to meet you, too!” Ahh, a proud mama moment.
Jack was complaining yesterday of his tooth hurting. He hadn’t fallen or anything, so I just figured we needed to make sure to brush his teeth twice a day and get the nasties out. Last night while was eating ribs, he was complaining again, but he kept eating. This morning, we were snuggling and watching cartoons when he mentioned it again. He said, “My tooth moved.” Now, this is the child who has had a “loose tooth” since he saw something on Arthur when he was 3. But since he had been talking about it already, I said, “Did it really? Or are you just saying that again?” He said, “It really did. See?” And he tried to show me with his tongue, but of course, his tongue was in the way. I just said, “I can’t see it. I think it will be okay.” Then I remembered that when I brushed his teeth last night, one of his front bottom teeth seemed like it had more space around it than usual. So I checked his front teeth, and one of them is loose! His dad was out running errands, so of course, I had to call and let Jack tell him. Then we called Grandma and Papa. Then we watched Pokemon. And when I left to come eat breakfast and check email, he was still laying there wiggling it.
He won’t even be 5 until November.Is there a way to stop this whole growing-up thing?
I guess I can console myself with the memory of him sitting in his playroom yesterday singing “Skip to my loop, my darling.”