Back to the Blogging board...

so. i'm not sure the last time i blogged. it's been a while. and that's okay, but recently being inspired (by some other great blogs- finslippy, catherine newman etc.) to get back in the game i read over some things I HAVE BLOGGED about in the past. What i realized was that i hardly remember writing most of it. i almost felt violated when i first started reading a post with my name attached, as if my identity had been ganked and pasted on someone ELSE's rant! how rude, i thought. then i saw my husband's name in the post and it all sorta came back to me. you'd think i were some sort of hippy dippy pothead, forgetting stuff and such. and perhaps that character assessment were true of me at SOME point...anyway, i digress.

so, my son lost his first tooth last night. well, actually he had a tooth PULLED already (long story), but this was his first wiggly baby tooth about to fall out on it's OWN! now, the whole thing was pretty interesting on a number of levels. first things first, loose teeth give me the CREEPS. it makes my skin come to life like three thousand little snakes crawling around on me, to rid myself of this is sheer foolishness. i just don't like em. i used to work at a summer camp in college and 'word' got out ('word'= my sister meghan, who also worked there) that i couldn't stand the sight of a loose tooth, and naturally every 6, 7 and 8 year old at camp every summer paraded by me with a pearly white dangling from their little pink mouth. smiling with pleasure in complete AWARENESS of how much this tortured me to see. ugh. i shudder with memory. so NOW i have children. i knew this day would come. in fact, i am sure that on the BIG day when my son was 6 MONTHS old and his VERY FIRST tooth popped through and i called the world to announce this, i am sure that i DID make a note to self that eventually that tooth would have to fall out. mental note slipped into the depths of my mind and now, 6 years later that treasured milestone is on the fast track to tooth fairyland.

however, the funniest part of the whole experience is that now my son Ezra is JUST as skeeved out by loose teeth as ME. I have to wonder, is this whole thing hereditary? As in, is he somehow hardwired to detest this odd yet common experience? am i? OR have I somehow TAUGHT him through my behavior to act this way too? (despite my attempts to act "normal" about all of it...) or are we both just big dramatic babies who take things like loose teeth wiggling way to the extreme? i am gonna go with a combo here.

at any rate, big giant mama steps were made last night, when i actually REMOVED THE TOOTH. yes, let me repeat, i reached in, with a wad of toilet paper (too much at first..had ZERO grip...but still quite necessary so i wouldn't have to FEEL my own fingers on the tooth) and plucked it out. like a feather from...ummm...something that has feathers? or a grape from the vine! yes, it was MUCH like that. indeed. i have to say, it was not so bad. for either of us.

i think i will rethink all my hangups as a result. maybe.