a little bit of fairy dust goes a long way

Well, she did it. The paci fairy came to our house. It's one of those things that once you do it, you think, "Why didn't I do this earlier?" I mean, it was just so easy. But maybe the timing was just right. Who knows?


In any case, the paci fairy finally made it to our house last night. She brought one toy, but once Jay took a look at it and realized how much Keegan would love it, he had to go out and buy three more to go with it (clearly I am not the one who is the pack rat in this family). So he headed out to Walmart at 9:30pm on a Sunday night to get the matching Lightening McQueen car to go with the Lightening McQueen Mack Truck. Now what are the chances that another family would be in the "Cars" aisle at Walmart enlisting the help of the Walmart employee looking for the very same car at 9:30pm on a Sunday? I mean, "Cars" is like three years old! But there they were, looking for the same car we needed to make our little paci-lover happy. Of course, intelligent people (like us) know not to ask the Walmart employees for anything. The only response you'll ever get is, "Um, yeah. We're out of that." (which might be true since Walmart is always out of everything, or they might just be saying that because they're poorly paid and don't feel like walking all the way to the back of the store to look for more). So Jay knew not to ask for help as it would just be a waste of time. Miraculously though, a little bit of fairy dust must have been sprinkled on him and he found the very last one...misplaced and just sitting there all by itself.





So, I braced myself for a sleepless night. Surprisingly, however, I only once heard through the baby monitor, "Mama, where'd Keegsie paci go? White paci and orange paci and blue paci and pink paci?". Followed by, "MAMA!!!!!! TRUCKS!!!! BIG TRUCKS AND CARS!!!!!!" When I went in to get him this morning, he had all the cars and trucks in his bed. The blue car (which is apparently a stand-in for "blue paci") went to school today and they said he didn't ask for his paci once. Until tonight. When he asked for every color of paci over and over and over again. And he cried. A lot. But with a quivering lip, "blue car" and Gramma's blankie in hand, he finally hit the pillow hard. It's exhausting to be two!

First thing in the morning.

"Keegsie all done school. No go school today. Stay home and play with BIG TRUCKS! I go

school 'morrow."

Still doesn't want to go to school.

12 hours later.

love is...

I came across this Logan original dated 2/14/2010. Other kids probably wrote about how much they love their mothers and stuff like that. This about sums it up.

an early birthday

Summer birthdays are the worst. If you grew up having a summer birthday, then you know what I'm talking about. You don't get cupcakes at school. No one is in town to come to your party. And it's crazy hot outside.


This year, I decided I was tired of Gavin getting screwed on his birthday (as opposed to Logan who has an April birthday -- well into the school year, so he has lots of friends to invite and the weather is always beautiful). Gavin is transitioning from a private pre-kindergarten program to a public school, and we only know one other boy in his class that will be attending Gilchrist next year. Hence Gavin's very, merry un-birthday party at the Fun Station. In fact, I had been planning on doing this for Gavin for months and months. Well, ever since I got carried away bidding on the Fun Station party package at Gilchrist's silent auction!

Mining for treasures

Flinstones

Daddy providing mandatory adult supervision to children under six (which was all of them except Logan) on the bumper boats. In his shirt and tie.

too cool for this un-birthday party

the ladies man with Jada and Frankie

but still Mama's boy

the paci fairy is coming

I took all three kids to the dentist simultaneously this week...solo. Last time, Ashley was there to reprimand, hand hold, and soothe, but you know.....graduation...blah blah...gotta get a real job...blah blah. (Love you, Ashley!). So, I went alone. It was far less difficult than I thought it would be. Which means my babies are growing up!

Logan and Gavin were thrilled about the whole thing. Gavin thought he was something special since he was the only one due for x-rays ("I get to see my BONES, Mom!"). Logan got into the back area where you sit and get your teeth cleaned and promptly announced (repeatedly) to the dentist that the whole experience was "soooooo boring!". That's my boy.

And then there was Keegan. Let's just say he's not really at a good age for having his teeth examiner by a stranger. Even if she gives him toys. Even if she has big brother role play what's about to happen. Even if she lets you hold Elmo. Essentially, she did all the "right" things, but Keegan was just not into it.

We got a good report on all kids. Which is fortunate considering the fact that we're driving a 12 year old car that seems to be on the verge of kicking the bucket. We're going to "just get one more thing fixed on it" and then we're gonna get a new one. As Jay says, it's like we have a car payment with all the repairs we've had to do each month, but it's cheaper than buying a new car.

But I digress....so, everyone's teeth look great....except Keegan's. His teeth look like he has a permanent, invisible paci in his mouth. So the paci fairy is on her way. He's excited about the toy she's bringing and the cake she's leaving (not sure where he came up with that one), but I don't think he actually gets the concept in its entirety. I guess he'll be searching for his secret hidden stash of pacis soon. We're hoping we got them all "to give to the little babies that don't have any pacis", but I'm not holding my breath. I guess I'm in for a sleepless weekend.

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