Its Official: I have a child old enough to lose a tooth.

I know I have been asking everyone what the Tooth Fairy did at their house, and alas, while playing on the playground tonight, Samuel yanked out his tooth. Really?
You know, or most likely you don't, I am not really that sentimental. I have my moments, but maybe my kids will be. There have been a few times that I have wished I had not thrown something out, but it passes quickly enough. I think Sam will be attached to things. I have no clue where his lock of hair from his first hair cut is, etc, but I will now keep his memories better than my own.

And the Boring Blog Award Goes To....

ME! I congratulate myself hardily on this! I know that this blog is mainly for my own benefit, so it bothers me that it has been so idle. For many reasons, firstly, I have nothing funny, sad, quirky, or otherwise informative to say, for my brain is not in that mode. It is on, however, enough for me to know that I could just post some pictures, and quell the inner and oh so unnecessary guilt at not maintaining one more thing, which most people like. Pictures, not guilt. Secondish, I do think that just posting pictures is productive, and I like looking at pictures, etc, etc, but I started this for me to get these insane thoughts out of my head, in hopes of making Mr. Collins laugh at me. However, this will never be accomplished via my blog, for he does not read it. Its a shame. I even tried writing a tribute to him and he will not read! He has better things to do, like work! Ha! Just kidding. Thirdliest, Samuel informed me this morning that he thinks we are having six more kids, and I think that he is 6 and insane himself. If that is the case, then indeed I will be insane, or more so for the next ten years and will not have time to do anything. Or time to waste anyway. At least he amended his order, and changed it to two more boys and a girl (whom he thinks he gets to name. Negative.) Sorry, I think that he is dreaming.

Happy Birthday Cooper!

Cooper is 3 today. And I believe "I Love Rock n Roll" (so put another dime in the jukebox baby!) was playing in the operating room. It seems so long ago! This morning as I was wishing Cooper a happy birthday, he giggled and got back under his covers. I thought he was embarrassed, but no, just hiding. Well, Happy Birthday Coop!

Happy Birthday Jacob!