A super surprise for you, mommy!

Unreal.

I don't think I will see ONE of my kids teeth fall out of thier heads. I swer they may be doing this on purpose.

K lost a tooth Tuesday, Valentine's Day. I called home (I was traveling overnight for business) to say good morning, and have a good day, and how was your night kind of things ... I was greeted with an exuberant "mommy, I have got a SUPER SURPRISE for you!"

me: "really? what?!"

K: "it fell out .. you know, that tooth that was loose? Daddy was helping me get dressed, and my shirt had a button that daddy didn't see, we didn't undo it, and the collar was small and bumped into my mouth and knocked it right out!" (I am not kidding *that* was exactly how she said it ... sometimes I think I am speaking to my 15 year old niece, not a 5 year old!)

me: "you have GOT to be kidding??? That is so cool, and so funny that I wasn't there!"

K: "I know, mommy, I said that to daddy ... I told him that you haven't seen ANY fall out yet, but that's okay, cause you knew it was reallllly loose, and it was going to fall out soon"

me: "yeah ... {sigh} it's a good thing they fall out all by themselves ...."

Ah, time - it just keeps moving regardless of what you're doing. That quote that John Lennon has in the song, Beautiful Boy - 'life is what happens while you're busy making other plans' . So true. So true.

I want to be part of the plans for a long time to come, and live the life too.

Here I sit, however, feeling really good about the work I have been doing this week. I have had a rockin' week with a number of my accounts; there appears to be amazing potential in front of me, and I am really motivated to kick some serious tail. :o) I am in a beautiful place right now, the Inn I am staying in is just gorgeous, and the scenery is magnificent, the people are so kind, and so happy to have people here in their town; it's warm and welcoming to say the least. I am planning some more trips here in the near future just because of the beauty.

At least *all of that* makes me feel less guilt for not being home for the second tooth.

A little.

I have been talking to the kids all week, on the phone several times a day, but tonight ... well, tonight, when I spoke with C he sounded so ... grown. He and S went to a college basketball game, and sat right behind the team on the floor. In a word, C was totally enamored. He detailed every minute to me on the phone, and described the game with such intensity. "mom, mom, what a game! they didn't win, but it was so great! they were down by 13, they tied it up but still couldn't win, it was such a good game, mom!"

Oh.my. Where have the babes gone?

Then, after I hung up, I checked email and we had gotten an email from a hockey coach who has asked C to be on a select team this summer for kids his age; he needed to know when C's next games with his Mite team are so that he can come and watch him play. He was told of C by another coach that knows C well, and feels strongly that he belongs on that select team. A select team. The child is 7. I can hardly believe this is already beginning. I knew it would happen ... there was little doubt in many minds. I just thought it was *years* off still. heh. How wrong. ;o) But it is such fun. So cool to know it's my kid. :o) Even more cool that he loves every last driplet of the sport ... well, any sport, truly, but hockey holds a special place for him. He breaths it.

Gosh, I love this mommy thing. I got a great email from my cousin today with a mom's job description on it. I will post it soon. It is fitting, on target, and an amazing read. You'll enjoy it.

I know you will.

cheers!