Lost again

Weston joined the "Lost Teeth Club." We took Grandma Rappleye to dinner last Friday evening, and when I finally got home and finally got the kids and Grandma to the restaurant, and they finally brought some food out, Weston tore into the bread and the bread tore his tooth out. He was a little traumatized pulling out a bloody tooth in the restaurant. We discretely wrapped the tooth in paper and took Weston to the bathroom to rinse. He was very brave and only barely cried. He was really excited to show the girls, he nearly grabbed a stranger girl he thought was Fiora to show her. He was even more excited to leave his tooth under his pillow for the tooth fairy. He asked for a dollar, and the alleged fairy managed to scrounge up a dollar's worth of change for him.

Then the week went by speedy quick and I never found a minute to blog about the tooth.

Now we are in Montana, and I'm writing this on Robin and Chad Schauers' computer. The kids are already having a blast. It's Miles' baptism tomorrow and the whole Schauers family is here for the event. They have a largish pool in their backyard, and although it was too cold for wimpy me to swim, the kids got right in until they turned blue.