End of an era

Two weekends ago, Faith lost her fourth tooth. We forgot to put it under her pillow for a few nights and before we got around to it, she asked the question.

"Mom, is the Tooth Fairy real?"

Great. And George was nowhere in sight to field this one. In classic avoidance mode, I said:

"What do you think?"

"Come on Mom. Just teeelll me."

"OK. No the Tooth Fairy is not real."

"So do you put the money under my pillow?"

"Yes."

She didn't seem too devastated by this revelation.

"Mom, can I get paper money for my next tooth?"

So, that was last week. Tonight, we were driving home from Sparks, when she pipes up from the back seat, "Mom, is the Easter Bunny real?"

This time, she had to wait to get home so George could be the one to destroy her childhood illusions instead of me. Then, of course, the next question out of her mouth, "Is Santa real?"

Great...in one week we've lost the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus. We are eagerly awaiting the time when Blake is old enough to believe in them so we can get a little magic back. And Faith is more than happy to play along. But she did ask whether she could say thanks to us at Christmas instead of Santa. She may not have Santa anymore, but she does have manners.

Happy Valentine's Day

So far, we've spent Valentine's evening in bed...all four of us. George and Faith are both sick, and Blake was just happy to crawl on top of everyone until he went to sleep in his room.

So, enjoy your Valentine's Day. I can only hope it was as romantic as ours.

A whole new look

Faith decided to get her hair cut to her shoulders this week. So we went on Friday and she got it chopped off. She was tired of brushing it and "getting it caught in her coat and in her backpack". She looks very cute and grown up with her new look and is quite happy with it. (Even if her Dad isn't.)

Chocolate chip pancakes

Chocolate chip pancakes
Originally uploaded by Robin's Nest3

We had pancakes for supper tonight in honour of Shrove Tuesday. Faith likes her with chocolate chips, so she got the honour of adding them to her pancakes.

I took this photo with my new camera lens, which takes awesome pictures!

Making a mess with oatmeal

Making a mess with oatmeal
Originally uploaded by Robin's Nest3

Blake got into the cupboard and spilled my container of oatmeal on the floor. Instead of just dumping it into the garbage, I scooped it up and let him play with it on a cookie sheet for awhile, which he loved.

Cold season

It's been a week of colds at our house. Blake had croup at the beginning of the week. Croup is nature's way of reminding us that viruses are truly evil creatures with a bad sense of humour. I mean any illness that is at its worst at night, and requires that you take the child out into the cold to relieve its symptoms, is pretty much a cosmic laugh in the face for any parent. Luckily Blake had a milder version so he sounded awful but we didn't have to stand on the porch with him. He did get to sleep with us for a night so we could keep an eye on his breathing and I learned why he is never in the same place in the crib two nights in a row. I swear that boy exercises in his sleep.

Then, in the spirit of sharing, Faith and I got the cold version of his croup. Thursday night at 2:00 am Faith came into our room with a stuffed up head so I rolled out of bed to give her some Dimetapp. As I was tucking her back in, I asked about any other aches and pains.

"Does your head hurt?"

"Sort of"

"Why?"

"I ran into your door."

I know I shouldn't have laughed, but sometimes you have to.

Snow and beer

Today we got about a foot of snow here, so everything was closed. But, I did venture out this afternoon to get some Dimetapp as Faith and I are both sick with colds, courtesy of Blake. The route to the pharmacy passes the local beer store, and to my surprise, there were actually people out getting beer during the snowstorm! I said, "I can't believe people are getting beer now!"

From the backseat, I hear, "They need it mom."

"Who?"

"Men."

"Why?"

"For the snowstorm."

For her, this was a completely reasonable explanation.