From the mouths of babes . . .

At dinner tonight, we were having a discussion about vacations, and our trip to the Tulsa zoo one summer got brought up. The girls immediately got excited and started talking about all that we saw there, and Rayleight pipes in, "Remember, Mom, there was an 'American round' there?"

"An 'American round'?" I asked, confused.

Molly interjects, "Yea, Mom, you know . . . a 'Miralce round'!" like I was an idiot for not remembering.

It was then that I figured out that they were talking about a merry-go-round, duh!!

Light's Out . . .

No, I'm not writing about bedtime. At gymnastics tonight, Tucker was sitting on my lap. He was interested in the paper circles on the wall behind us that have the gymnasts' names on them. He kept saying, "Look at these, Mommy!" Just as I turned around to look at what he was pointing at, he was too quick for me! Before I could even say, "Don't . . ." he already had flipped the switch! Out went the lights, and immediately, all eyes were on us! "Sorry!" was all that I could muster up to say. Of course, the lights are like gymnasium lights that take 15 minutes to warm back up to come back on. Needless to say, the "big girls" at gymnastics had to practice with their end of the gymnasium in the dark for the rest of practice. Talk about embarrassing!

On the way home, Tucker pipes up, "We not turn off the lights at Mol-Rayleigh's gymnastics, huh, Mom?!"

"No, Tucker, we should leave the lights alone!" I reassured him. We'll see if he remembers the lesson next week!

Tucker's 1st "Big Boy" haircut . . .

Today we went to Marta's Cutting Edge to get Tucker's first big boy haircut. I wanted to cry as she trimmed off all of those beautiful baby curls, but it was time. Just one more little step of having to "let go" of that baby phase. He did wonderfully, sitting very still for Marta while she trimmed him up. He even let her clean everything up with the little electric clippers, and I think he really liked how the powder felt on his neck when she was finished. He has been very proud of it all night, telling everyone about his big boy haircut. He has also informed us that he can now run faster, and that he is a big boy football player now, all because of a little haircut. Amazing how $8.00 can transform a kids life, isn't it?

Loose tooth . . .

A few weeks ago, when we were at the dentist's office getting our teeth cleaned, the hygienist noticed that one of Molly's front bottom teeth is a little loose. I'm putting the stress on "LITTLE" loose. It may be another YEAR before she loses it, literally. However, she is now convinced that she has a loose tooth, and even spends time "wiggling" it each day, just to make sure that everyone remembers that she has a loose tooth (and that Rayleigh does not). Kids are so funny.

Anyway, that brought up the whole discussion of what was going to happen when she finally lost the tooth. I asked her if she knew what to do when it fell out. She quickly replied, "Taylor (a little girl at daycare) puts hers under her pillow."

"Really?" I prod a little more. "So then what happens? Why does she put it there?"

"Well, Mom, that's so the tooth BERRY will come visit. She takes our tooth and leaves us money!" she replied quite confidently.

I cracked up. I asked her if the tooth berry was anthing like a stink-berry, one of Tucker's favorite lines from the fav Jim Cosgrove "Mr. Stinky Feet" CD. She thought that was funny, but still doesn't understand why I found such humor in the whole "tooth berry" phrase.