Basic Mom Week in Review - 09/03/17

5 Things That Actually Happened This Week and the Lessons I Learned

1. I took the last photos of my 3-year-old with two front baby teeth (she had to have one pulled because of a recurring infection in her gum that resulted from the trauma of an earlier fall - read more about that here):

Now she looks like this (and will for approximately 2 years), and calls the spot where her tooth used to be her "untooth":

Lesson: My daughter is beyond brave and resilient. She didn't make a peep during the procedure, and when we shared our favorite parts of the day before bed, she said, "Going to the dentist because the tooth fairy gets to come."

2. This nice family interaction:

Husband (to 8-Year-Old): Should I do your hair in a mohawk?

8-Year-Old: No!

3-Year-Old: I would never be your sister if your hair was a mohawk.

Lesson: Good thing my 8-year-old doesn't feel as strongly about having an age-appropriate number of teeth as my 3-year-old feels about not having a mohawk.

3. This conversation regarding my 8-year-old's bedding:

Me: I'll put this sheet on your bed, then go get the rest from the dryer.

8-Year-Old: Do you want me to get it?

Me: Sure - That'd be nice.

8-Year-Old: . . . Which one is the dryer again?

Me:

Lesson: I guess it's time to teach my 8-year-old how to do laundry. Because, right now, I fear she's on a path to this . . .

4. My 8-year-old wrote this borderline threatening poem:

Lesson: Curious that I found this poem the same week that my husband started researching vasectomies . . . This may be the closest I'll ever be to a Game of Thrones character - my husband and daughter are conspiring against me to ensure that I produce no more heirs.

5. The girls and I went to a sign-making party, and while trying to help my 3-year-old paint her sign, I squeezed the bottle a bit too hard and squirted red paint all over her. (Lucky for me, my friend Heather knows I have a blog to maintain and pulled out her phone to capture both my very sensitive reaction to the situation and the fact that, to the people who ran in from the other room to see why my daughter was screaming, it appeared that she was covered in blood).