Faces

of Charlie

Henry lost a tooth....And Charlie pulled it.

Yep, Charlie pulled it.

Ya see, Henry has had a dangling tooth for several weeks now. The last couple of days,

it has been sticking straight OUT, but he refused to pull it. It was like a cartoon tooth.

Tonight, he bit into a piece of bread and pushed the tooth beyond the point of return.

It was bleeding and bleeding, but still connected by a corner.

Nate jumped into action:

floss, gauze,

paper towels, patience,

empathy, a large bribe,

and a dose or frustration later, the tooth was still not free.

Where was I?

I was cowered in the corner of the kitchen

in a tight fetal position rocking left to right

singing nursery rhymes

because the thought of that tooth coming out of my baby's gums

creeps me out.

Don't judge.

So Henry moved to a quiet area

and started working on it himself.

At one point, he thought he swallowed it.

And then Charlie offered to help.

And he pulled it.

And we lost it.

But then we found it.

In the couch.

Thank Goodness - that could have been really, really bad.

And here is the interview after all of the drama:

An Interview

A behind the scenes peek into the minds of a 3 and 5 year old.

They light up my world so much that I am required to share it with you

by law.

Fire Ball in the Sky

One day, the rain stopped, the clouds parted

and a large fire ball in the sky shone its heated loveliness upon us.

When this happens, you drop everything and go outside

because without warning, the clouds eat the fireball and you never know

how many weeks you'll have to wait to see it again.

Saturday, we celebrated the fire ball by walking the first day

of the farmers market.

There are no vegetables there yet, but they had flowers, and music

and food and a super happy family.

And then Henry, with the super duper powers that he has,

unleashed his "park-dar" (park radar) and led us here:

A great day of filling our Vitamin D tanks that will hopefully

keep us trucking for the week.

First T-Ball Game

Saturday was Henry's very first T-Ball game.

"T" stands for "Take a Break on your behind in the outfield",

but more on that later.

Batters 2, 3 and 4:

"Oh bat, let's smash the holy spit out of that ball. All right?"

Batter up!

Rounding the bases, just slightly ahead of his too big helmet:

I didn't know this until Saturday, but the bases are like

little mini trampolines making it impossible to stand still

on them.

Left field.

During the game.

Look alive kids!

The best part was, this was their ready position.

Before this, they were all laying down.

It was one of the most entertaining games I've every seen.

I think it ended in a 42-42 tie.

And every kid that rounded 3rd base just wanted to know "how much longer?"

Henry either doesn't know you have to touch home plate,

or doesn't know that home plate exists because every time he rounded

3rd, he ran straight to his bench and all of the parents and coaches

simultaneously stood up and pointed him home.

Sweet, innocent T-Ball.

Two very proud parents.

Go Braves!