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twooth fairy

Not one, but two teeth down. They've been wiggly for quite some time, to the point where I was teasing Calvin that if he sneezed they might go flying across the room. In fact, they were so wiggly that the first one just up and fell out while he was taking a bath.

It sparked an interesting conversation on facebook about "the going rate for teeth". I happen to be reading Stiff at the moment, but Mary Roach, and the reference to the purchasing of teeth made me think of dentures, which were once made with the teeth of the deceased. But today's baby teeth, what are they worth? My mother tried to convince him that his teeth were worth five dollars a piece, but Calvin insisted they were only worth a quarter each. Jon and I opted for the low end compromise and gave him four quarters for the both of them.

Really the entire milestone was underwhelming. He was excited, I managed not to faint. He's been milking the sudden lisp for all it's worth, we've taken to calling him toothless. He is planning a craft (???) with his baby teeth. One more milestone down.

The final shot with two bottom teeth...

...and then there were none.


Family weekend

We had a weekend full of rare and exciting family visits. A cousin coming from Europe, visiting in the Ann Arbor area with a new baby, and a cousin from the west coast, visiting my favorite northern lower Michigan location. Opposite sides of my family, and a state's drive apart, and every minute of travel and planning worth the memories recalled and created in the moments spent together.

Gathering the children of the next generation to see them gab, and roll, and romp, and play was a joyous experience on Saturday night. I believe I remember some of the same antics from our own youthful past.

Up north we gathered in the kitchen for the preparations of traditional food, and then around the table to eat it, of course. This trip also means hunting for alien slugs (green pinecones) in the yard, driving to Mackinaw City for fried perch at the Key Hole Bar, playing miniature golf (with a duck), communing with the wildlife, and making a tree suspicious.

And now in Calvin's words...


Cricket in Times Square

Calvin loved the book, and today we saw it as a stage production.


Mummies and tombs

In Calvin's own words.