We are so jazzed to announce . . .

LEIF HAS LOST HIS TOOTH!!!!!!!!! Yowza! It is so cool. Yes the pic is kinda gruesome, but it's not as gross as it looks. He was most excited to try some 'pig-meat' (yes our vegan past-selves are dealing with things) so I'd ventured out to our local butcher who only sells island-grown goods, and got a few slices of a nice freshly-dead mr. pig from Qualicum Beach. I think picturing me doing this would be tough for many of you who can remember me, 10 years past, saying "do you know what's IN that?" as you quietly ate your sub or pot pie. Well, you'll do almost anything for your kids, and if he wants to try 'pig-meat', then I'll find him the best source. (So when he's older and wants to try smoking pot I'll . . . .???? go find a dealer??? Nevermind, for another discussion).



Anyhoo, he was watching Kit prepare him a pig-meat sandwhich, and got most concerned that his tooth could fall out with his food and he'd swallow it. We cajoled him into giving it a good yank, and voila! Blood issues forth and he freaks out. :) But he mellowed at the sight of his tooth in his hand. You should see the one coming in behind it, it's MASSIVE! Kids with new teeth are like kids with bed-head. So cute in that kinda' dorky, kinda' gamey way. Like a stumbling colt, you know? He keeps his little bit of enamel in his little treasure box, amidst special drawings and bracelets, a chestnut and a lego dinosaur head.

Now when we see friends and Leif points out his missing tooth, Hannah is right behind him shreiking "and see I have a cavity!!!!!!!". oh lordy, the pride is overwhelming.

Allow me a moment here: He's about to turn SIX, has mastered cycling with no training wheels (off-curbs no less!), can whip around on his scooter without fear, spells like a demon, rattles off all the planets faster than I can and now he's lost his first tooth. How much more can a woman take??? He's huge! I can still remember walking around our old neighbourhood with him in the sling, with Kit, both of us so shell-shocked from the first few weeks post-partum, and shakily confessing to each other that we hate this, and we will never ever do it again. That one is totally fine with us both.

For those curious readers, child #3 is lying low for now, waiting for just the right moment to make their entrance. Feel free to place your bets.