5/52: it happened this week

I've been attempting to tie my weekly photos together with some sort of theme, but I'm okay with that not always being the case. This week for sure, because OLLIE FINALLY LOST THAT SWINGING DOOR TOOTH! It was seriously hanging by a thread for days and I was afraid he was going to choke on it in the middle of the night. He actually lost two teeth this week (the other one was on the bottom) and the Tooth Fairy left two monster trucks that he has desperately been hoping for.

 Now he's completely obsessed with losing more teeth because he wants more prizes. In fact, the other day when we were in the car, he repeatedly asked me if UPS had been to the house and if there was a package for him. I told him no, there was no package but that when the baby was born, he/she might have a little gift for each of them. Peyton was quiet for a bit and when I glanced at her in the rear-view, I could see her working something out in her head, until finally she asked: "Um, Mommy? Are the presents in your belly too?"

In other news, we got to dog sit my in-laws dog, Lulu. She was here for 2 days. It'll probably take me 2 weeks to Swiffer up all of the fur. And it'll probably take the kids 2 months to stop missing her.

I have so many obvious reasons for not wanting a dog right now: new baby, still missing Zoe, 10 feet of snow on the ground, cost (I recently added up our lifetime vet costs for Zoe -and granted, she did have a sort of rare condition, but- it totaled more than $30K over 7 years, Yikes!), etc, etc. 

But then... I see the kids around a dog,  and suddenly all of my very reasonable, very logical, very smart reasons for not wanting a dog simply go flying out the window and I find myself frantically searching registries for dog adoption.

Zoe slept with Oliver every night, in his bed. He never had any issues being put to bed (since she's been gone he's had some serious bedtime fear). But with Zoe, we would just say goodnight, close the door, and that was that. Sometimes, I'd watch him in the monitor afterward as he'd get out from under the covers and crawl down to the end of the bed to lay on her like a pillow. Sometimes I'd hear him whispering to her.

Over the holidays, we went to a party where there were two dogs roaming around. Peyton was in heaven, chasing them around and sneaking them little bits of food. At one point, I saw an older woman talking to her so I moved a little closer to eavesdrop.

"You really love those dogs! Do you have a dog?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Peyton answered. "I mean no. We have Zoe, but she's in the clouds."

"Oh," she frowned. "Do you have a cat?"

"No, were not cat people, " Peyton said, very seriously. "Actually, we're dog people."

I have no idea where she got that, but it's very true. We are dog people, and it's very strange to not have one. So, we'll see what happens with that. For now, though, we'll have to steal Lulu from time to time.

February, Week 5/52:

It Happened This Week

Oliver- Age 6 years, 1 month old: Did I mention that Ollie-Lantern came into our room at 4:30 am to tell us that the Tooth Fairy had come? "I can't belieee it!" he said. I'm just glad he has another top one to lose because he looks so darn cute I can't stand it!

Peyton- Age 4 years, 2 months old: Peyton is (understandably) quite jealous of the whole Tooth Fairy situation. As such, she keeps wiggling her teeth- along with the rest of her head- and saying, "I fink my toof is gonna come out soon!"

Since last week I predicted that it would be the last photo of Ollie with his top tooth... Can I just predict that this will be the last week with 2 kids? I'd love to add a third weekly photo to this series, and I'd really love to be able to put on my shoes without weeping.

Happy weekend, friends!