A Mommy Blog About Raising Men, Not Boys.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


I remember vividly him getting that tooth. And all the others. Now I guess they start leaving, so much more peacefully than they came. I told him today that when he used to get teeth, he'd get more than one at a time, and he'd get a fever and diarhea. He thought that was a hoot.

So we did this.

Putting our little tooth into a pillow we bought at Disney World back on his first birthday - anticipating this day to come. (Here is a better picture of the pillow)

And the next morning guess what he found?

I told him that he's so big now, that it's going to kill me when some day he won't want to snuggle with me, or cuddle and give hugs and kisses. He kissed my cheek and snuggled his face into my neck and whispered,"I will always want to."

Best thing I've ever heard.