Okay...I lost the battle of the tooth fairy tonight...again...or so it appears.
Should I be telling myself, "I've lost the war, but not the battle?" Or should I just wave the white flag and turn all tooth fairy responsibilities over to big daddy? (You are probably thinking to yourself, "It sounds like you all ready have!)" And you may be right.
Let me back up and say that Bubba lost another beaver tonight. That's two this month! Good thing payday was a few days ago! :) I consulted my life partner and he said five buck-a-roos. I just nodded my head like the good "wifey" I am!
Before this conversation took place with Luke,I tried to prime Simon by indicating that it was a smaller tooth than the last one he lost. That way he wouldn't be surprised if it was only 1 or 2 dollars. But... it looks like my "priming" was for naught.
At least Simon will wake up happy tomorrow...and on a school day I will take him popping enthusiastically out of bed! Maybe he'll take his brother for a Jamba Juice. :)
Meanwhile, if another beaver starts wiggling loose I may just put some super glu on it when he's sleeping! LOL
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
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Let Big Daddy be the T.F. Ours has forgotten so many times it's sad. One less thing to worry about - that's a good thing (said like Martha Stewart).
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