TEETHY TIMES (Last 48 hours)

 

You think I make this stuff up?



Conrad: Face smash, tooth into lip.

Caleb: Dog teeth marks on right bun.

Chlo: Tooth nailed by plastic screwdriver.

Caleb again: Escalator teeth eat shin.

I chat with Caleb as I unload the shopping cart. A lady drives toward me in the parking lot, teeth unseen due to oval shaped mouth.

Uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh. (Onomatopoeia for her facial expression).

Ding! (Onomatopoeia for the light bulb in my head).


I still love my mom, even if she can't keep up.



I turn. Conrad has rolled 3 parking spaces away. He's heading full speed backward and toward the main intersection, the cart now vibrating with speed wobbles. He could slam into a parked car, tip over, or worse yet, get hit by a car in the next three seconds. Yet, the seven pearly whites he's grown shine through the biggest grin you've ever seen. He's having the ride of his life, even though his life could be over at any minute because of my temporary lapse to be able to everything at once. 

Caleb yells, "that's so fricken' funny!" (Still workin' on the trucker mouth).



Discovery: When I slip, I slide.

Our children are victims of impulse. The impulse to do and to discover cause and effect often leaves bumps, bruises, and missing chompers. It is my job to protect them as best I can, and sometimes I fail.

As Nick Jr. says,  

"we're not perfect, we're parents."



 Steps to Discovery:



1) DO I DO IT?

2) I GOTTA TRY IT
(Chloe doing front flip off 8 ft. waterfall)

3) I CAN DO IT!
(Note: Helmet)




Today's prayer: "Thank you for my keeping my kids' teeth in tact so far, as You and I both know how many should have been gone by now. I'm secure knowing you are watching when I cannot."





There's always tomorrow.

DISCLAIMER:



I swear I use safety items.