It Must Run In The Family

I got my first call from the school today.  Sam had fallen and hurt his mouth, and he needed to be picked up. Said the secretary on the phone, "He may need a visit to the D-E-N-T-I-S-T." (spelled out so he wouldn't worry, of course).  Seeing as Julie was nearby and I wasn't, she headed right over to the school to get him.

*sidenote*
The secretary once again spelled out the D-word to Julie when she arrived, at which point Sam leaned over to whisper, "Mama, every time they spelled 'dentist' I knew they meant dentist."  That's my boy.
*end sidenote*

His upper gums were pretty cut up, but nothing seemed horribly out of place.  A quick trip to the dentist confirmed that he's probably just fine, though you can't always tell right away when there is dental nerve damage.  I think he'll just end up with a good story.

The Worst Game

Sometimes, children don't like their food.  They refuse to eat it, they spit it out, they yell, they cry.  My boy is a trend-setter.  When Joey doesn't want to eat - and it's not because he doesn't like the food, it's because he's decided that the current bite is somehow undesirable - he just lets the food sit in his mouth.

Forever.

He's only done it a handful of times, but tonight certainly takes the cake; he kept the same bite in his mouth for an hour.  Maybe more, but an hour minimum, all the way through desert, bedtime books, Sam brushing his teeth...  Do you know how much spit accumulates in the human mouth when food is present over the course of an hour?  A lot.  A LOT.

I've said it before; I respect his willpower.  I just wish he'd learn that he isn't going to out-will me.

Treachery!

The boys didn't have a bath tonight.

They've had some relatively late nights lately, Sam is a bit under the weather, and quite frankly their behaviour demonstrates that they need more sleep than they've been getting. I didn't think it was a big deal - there have been plenty of other bathless nights - but apparently I was wrong.

As I was getting PJs ready and Sam and Joey were in the bathroom, I heard Sam muttering to his brother. I tiptoed close to the bathroom door and heard, "...we never get to do what we want to do... 's not too late for a bath... have been getting to sleep early..." The spark of revolution has been struck!

Back to Life!

If I had to guess, that wasn't the last hiatus (intentional or otherwise) that this blog will see, but at least this one was for life-changing events; we're now in Halifax, and have been for a couple of months. I had originally thought that this wouldn't be as necessary once we were here - initially, this blog was intended as a way to keep faraway people in the loop, and now they aren't far away - but I think it's purpose as a memory box is still very much valid. As the boys get older, the things they do that are worth remembering are going to change, but I don't think there will be any less of them. :)