Best Friend

Our dog passed away today.  I found him this morning laying on his side as if he were sleeping.  Chloe was inside with her friend, Launa, and I didn’t know how to tell her.  Jax was like a big brother to her.  She absolutely adored him and was the one who fed, watered and played with him the most.  He was bigger than her and she loved to have him drag her on our family walks.  (If you ask her she was walking him)  She loved to teach him new tricks (actually old ones that Daddy assisted her in showing him) and loved to play catch, cuddle his head in her arms and say, “Jaxee Jaxee, I love you!)   He was the most gentle, loving animal a family could ask for.  You will be missed my dear friend.

Indian Giver

“Mom, how do I get my tooth back?”

“You mean, from the tooth fairy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, she paid you for it, so you don’t get it back.”

“Fine, I’m keeping the next one then.”

Tooth Fairy

So, Sissy lost her first tooth the other day.  Well, actually, Mom pulled it.  Her permanent tooth was growing in under it and pushing out towards her tongue, so Mom called the Dentist and the Dentist said to pull it.  Sissy put up quite the fight.  She REFUSED to let Mom anywhere near it and had a full blown tantrum about the entire process.  Finally, Mom was able to coherse her into letting her pull it, NOT SURE HOW THAT ONE HAPPENED… but then, all of a sudden it was out and she said, “Is it out?”   Mom showed it to her and she grinned as big as the Chesire Cat.  Then jumped up and down and said, “Can I call Daddy?”

So, that night she excitedly put the tooth under her pillow in a neat little plastic bag and went right to sleep, anticipating what  the tooth fairy would bring the next morning….

Well, the next morning she came running into Mom and Dad’s room and said disappointedly, “The tooth fairy didn’t come” with her little bottom lip quivering…

Dad, so quiply said, “Oh, you had it in a plastic bag?  You can’t have it in a plastic bag, the Tooth Fairy has to be able to smell it. “

This is the part that makes Mom cringe.

She so quickly and excitedly said, “OKAY!  What should I put it in?”

Isn’t that just wrong?  Like Dad can say WHATEVER he wants and the little stinker just BELIEVES him?  I spend ALLLLL day calming her down from a tantrum cuz she didn’t want me to PULL the tooth and DAD SAYS THE TOOTH FAIRY DIDN’T COME CUZ SHE COULDN’T SMELL IT and she is absolutely FINE with that?  Honestly.

So, the next night, she and Dad wrapped it in a piece of tissue.  She excitedly went to bed and the next morning…

“MOM THE TOOTH FAIRY DIDN’T COME AGAAAAIN!”

Oh Sh@&.  I thought.

“Um, well sweetie I don’t think the Tooth Fairy works on weekends.  Right Honey?”

Dad said, “Yeah, isn’t it Memorial Day weekend? The Tooth Fairy has the weekend off, Chloe.”

“Oh.  Okay.”  and she skipped away.  This is just not right.  Who on EARTH forgets the Tooth Fairy TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW?  Tired, sick parents, that’s who.

So, FINALLY, the third night she was heading to bed and went to find her tooth and it was nowhere to be found.  Somehow it had grown legs and walked off the face of the planet.  Mom and Dad and Sissy searched everywhere to no avail.  So as Dad distracted Sissy, Mom found a piece of tissue and wrapped tape around it and stuck it under Sissy’s pillow.  And, yes the Tooth Fairy finally showed up.

Four shiny quarters made her the happiest little bouncing girl on the planet- and somewhere at the crack of dawn she came running into Mom and Dad’s room and shouted her glee to her ever so tired parents.

We still haven’t found the missing tooth.  Hopefully she doesn’t find it first.

Little Dancer

I was driving Chloe to her first dance recital today and she said to me, “Mom, what’s stage fright? I think I am stage fright…”

Her concert was about the Star Who Was Afraid of The Dark. She was one of the Children At Play. She wore a cute little black and green costume and danced with a hula hoop. She came out on stage and was so darling. She was so concerned about making sure she was in sync with the other dancers that I don’t think she looked out at the audience one time!

After the show she was so excited to see her 2 aunts who had come to see her and her cousins! When we got home she re-enacted her entire part for her dad (only instead of a hula hoop she used my Yoga ball and instead of playing her part she was the big helper girl’s part) Dad, of course kept asking questions trying to confuse her- but in true Chloe style she was so determined to deliver the performance with such an attentive audience, she refused to let him waiver her.

Little Mama

We saw a mouse last night run across our kitchen floor.  This is the third mouse this year and my husband is tired of having to kill them.  It is horrible to hear about, I can’t imagine having to be the one to do it.  We tried the humane mousetraps, but the only one we could get to work was the sticky strips.  It gives me the heeby jeebies to even think about.  So, as my husband and I sat down and talked about it we decided to get a cat.  Since Chloe’s birthday is next week, we decided it would be a great gift for her- she loves animals and has been working really hard taking care of our miniature horse, Jax for a while now.   So I looked in the classifieds and saw an ad to adopt a little Tabby.  I picked up Dad and Chloe from the Shop (she went to work with Dad today) and we drove out to Toquerville to pick her up.  The whole way out there Chloe kept asking where we were going.  We just told her we were running an errand and she would find out when we got there.  The house we were going to was off on a dirt road up a steep hill, and after getting lost and having to call the lady who had the cat again to get directions, again, we finally arrived.

When we pulled up she was standing on her front porch with the cutest little kitten in her hands.  Chloe didn’t see the kitten yet, and was a bit confused.  When she got out of the car I said, “Happy Birthday Chloe- this is your birthday present. “  She slowly turned her head and saw the kitten I was pointing to.  Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she went running up and put out her arms.

She was giggling with delight and kept saying, “I don’t believe it!”  Then, she turned to me and said, “Can I name her?”  I said, “Of course, she’s yours.”  She said, “Her name is Isabella.”

The Worstest Bad Word Ever…

I was drinking my coffee this morning and my little Mama was laying on the floor playing with her kitten.  Out of nowhere she turned her head to me with her eyes big and said,

“Mom! Nick says bad words.”

Mom-

“Oh.”

Little Mama-

“Yeah, he says the really(only its more like riwee cuz at 6 she still doesn’t say her L’s) reeaallly bad one.  He said it to Aliesha.  Wanna know what he said?”

Mom-

“No.  I don’t want to hear those kinds of words coming out of your mouth.”

Little Mama-

“I’ll just say it to you Mom, then I’ll never say it again.  Wanna know?  You have to know. He said it to Aliesha and now she says it to her Mom and me and everyone.  It’s the worstest bad word. “

Mom, cringing and knowing she’s gonna say it no matter what,

“Okay, what is it?”

With the most serious look on her face, she replied,

“Shut up.”

Seriously, I don’t know where she gets it.

We were driving down a busy road the other day and my 6 year old Princess, whom was sitting behind me in the back seat said,

“Mom, is my chin bleeding?”

I, knowing there wasn’t a life threatening situation here, said,

“I don’t know, Chloe, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”

Her response?

“That would be cool if you did.”

Silence.