Friday, October 30, 2009


It all started a little over a year ago. Micah was running down the hall one day and smacked his face into the wall. It was his front tooth that took the brunt of the blow, and it was left just a tiny bit bloody and loose. I was worried -- I just knew that it had been irreparably damaged, and would end up falling out in a few days. Afterall, this was only about three months after Conner's tooth injury that ended up leaving him with a snaggletoothed smile. (Don't get me wrong, that little smile is still one of my four favorite smiles in the world. I now think it is really cute. But, the fact doesn't change that he is still supposed to have teeth there, and probably won't for at least another year...) For Micah to lose a tooth prematurely would be about par for the way things had been going for us.

But he didn't lose it. It tightened back up most of the way, and it seemed fine -- except for the fact that every time the child fell or bumped his head, it was his tooth that got bumped! Eventually, the tooth started turning a little bit dark, and I began to wonder if it had been bumped a few too many times.

Then, a few months ago in July, a blow to Conner's head proved to be the sentencing one for Micah's sweet little tooth. When I went to untangling the crying ball of boys on the floor, I discovered that Micah's tooth was out of place. Not by a lot, but it had definitely been hit pretty hard. I pushed it back forward, the bleeding eventually stopped, and the next day I called the dentist.

Micah had some xrays done, and we discovered that his tooth had been damaged. The root had already been decaying (which is what baby teeth do when they come out naturally) for some time now, even I could tell that on the xray. We were given the option of trying to save it, but I am just not one to drop $1000 bucks into a baby tooth that will fall out in a few years anyway. Don't get me wrong, I understand that is the right thing for some people to do -- just not us, not now. So, we were told, either the tooth would eventually become loose enough that it would fall out on its own, or it would abscess (get infected) and need to be pulled. And it would probably happen before Conner's new front teeth grew in. Eventually, two of the Wellsbrothers would be missing teeth prematurely.

Well, the dentist was right. Wednesday evening, Micah fell and hit his face on the floor. These days, every time the child falls and hits his head, I just know that this was the one that finally knocks the tooth out. But Wednesday wasn't it. He didn't hit his tooth this time, it was his lip. And as I was looking at it to see where the blood was coming from, I saw an angry looking blister on his gums above his injured tooth. It looked exactly like what the dentist had told me to be watching for.

So I called the dentist, he said yes, this was it. He said that if we wanted to, and it was loose enough, we could just try pulling it ourselves. I hung up the phone in tears and waited for Bret to come home. My Micah Moo was going to be a snaggletooth, too. (No way in the world that I was going to be able to do this!)

Long story short -- it wasn't loose enough for Bret to pull it. I sent Micah to school Thursday morning and made an appointment to take him to the dentist in Glen Rose (the one that I grew up with) as soon as his Halloween party was over. My heart broke when the school called around 11 to tell me that Micah was lying his head on his desk and complaining of a tooth ache. I went up there to give him some Tylenol, let him stay for the rest of his party, and then we were off to the dentist.

Micah couldn't have been back with the dentist for more than 6 or 7 minutes. And I could barely hold myself together when he came back into the waiting room with his softie in one hand and a ziplock containing his tooth in the other hand. A big wad of guaze was in his mouth where his tooth used to be, and his face was expression-less. He looked like he had no idea what to think about what had just happened. We had done our best to prepare him, but apparently it still was not what the poor little guy was expecting, and he was kind of in shock. I couldn't get him to say anything to me except that he didn't want the gauze in his mouth because he wanted to suck his thumb. He fell asleep in the car about ten minutes later.

Two and a half hours later, at Mom's and Dad's house, SnaggleMoo woke up, and he still wasn't talking, wasn't smiling or anything. I was getting worried. Would I ever see a glimpse of that wonderful smile that was truly one of the lights of my life? :*( What had just happened?

But gradually, as he really started waking up, the old Micah Moo came back. The missing tooth was a secret though, and he didn't want to talk about it, and certainly didn't want anyone taking any pictures. But I still managed to sneak a few...and just before we left to come home he told BooBoo and Yogi his "secret." By the time we got home, he couldn't wait to tell Daddy and Conner.

And then when he woke up this morning, he looked under his pillow where he had left his tooth last night, and discovered that the Tooth Fairy had come.

Dear Micah,

Wow. You are the bravest 3 ½ year old that I know! You were such a BIG boy at the dentist office yesterday! Thanks for leaving me your little tooth. I will add it to my tooth collection – on the shelf right next to Conner’s.

Please be careful with all those other teeth, though! I love it when I get to add teeth to my collection – but those teeth in your mouth make the most beautiful 3 ½ year old smile in the world! I don’t want them until they get loose on their own and the grown-up tooth is ready, okay?

You still have the cutest little smile though. You and Conner are definitely brothers. Keep smiling that beautiful smile, keep playing and enjoying being a little boy, but BE CAREFUL with the rest of those teeth, mister!

Here’s a dollar. I heard that you were really hoping for candy, but sorry – I’m the Tooth Fairy, and it’s against the rules for me to leave something under your pillow that’s bad for your teeth. I bet though, if you ask your mom, she’ll take you to the store and you can buy some candy with this cool dollar!

I love you, but I hope that I won’t be back to see you for 2 or 3 more years!

The Tooth Fairy

That smile right there tells me that everything really going to be okay. :)


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Monday, October 5, 2009

30 Rock

Bret turned 30 on Friday. That's right, the word is out, and there's quite a few folks who are surprised. I'm a cradle robber -- just by a few months -- but he's younger than me all the same.

Bless his heart, when it comes to food Bret's usually very easy to please. He'll usually eat anything that you put in front of him -- and the meatier and cheesier it is, the better. We make a good team, too. When it comes to dessert, I'll pass on seconds of the meal so that I can have seconds of the dessert. Bret however, will get seconds or thirds of the meal instead of the dessert.

So when it comes to birthday cakes, he'd really rather not even have one. Rarely will you ever see him eating a piece of cake with icing on it. (And if you catch him doing it, it's more than likely because he's avoiding hurting someone's feelings.) But it's his birthday for crying out loud! He's stuck with me for the rest of his life, and any time there's an excuse for a special dessert, we will have one!

So instead of traditional birthday cake, Bret has told me that he would much rather have some kind of dessert with fruit -- especially berries. (He specifically asked me not to refer to this as a "fruity dessert.") So we'll have cobbler or pie or fruit pizza or cheesecake.

This year I was trying to decide which one of these we would tackle, when I had a new idea. Dirt cake. You know those cakes that are cream cheesy goodness layered with crushed Oreos that look like dirt? It's not fruity, but it's cream cheese and Oreos -- both of which I knew Bret loves. Plus, I figured the boys would love to help make the "dirt" and add some gummy worms.

So I talked to the boys about it, got them sold on it, and took them shopping. While on the candy aisle looking for gummy worms, Conner saw some m&ms that looked like rocks. No really -- they actually could have passed for rocks. We had tried some earlier in the summer at the wedding of some geologists, and Conner and Micah were just beside themselves that we had found some, too. "Can we please get these? They can go on the cake with the worms, and then what's left can be Daddy's present." Sure. How can you say no to that?

As we got the rest of the ingredients, I started asking the boys what they wanted to get Daddy for his birthday. I threw out a few ideas, but they insisted, "But Mom, we already have his present -- rocks."

"Yes, we can give him the rocks, but what else are we going to get him?"

"Rocks. Just rocks. He'll love them."

I thought I was never going to be able to talk them into getting something else...until finally we decided on a gift card hidden at the bottom of the bowl of chocolate rocks. :)

When we got home, I told the boys that we would be making Daddy's cake the next day after school. They were very excited...but I didn't know just how excited until I picked them up the next afternoon...

Mrs. Summer said that Micah had told them all about Bret's 30th birthday, and the cake with worms in it. She was a little confused about it all, but after a brief explanation she understood. :) I was pleasantly surprised, I had no idea he was that excited.

And then a little later we went to pick up Conner. His teacher said the same thing, that Conner had told everyone that his Daddy was turning 30 the next day, and that he was going home to put worms in his cake. She was a little confused, too. Once again, a brief little explanation was all that it took. And once again, I had no idea that Conner was that excited, either.

So we got home and got straight to work curshing up the Oreos. I opened the package...and Conner immediately grabbed a handful and went and hid under the table to eat them.

Joey followed suit and grabbed a few, except I had him sitting up in a chair that he couldn't get out of. So he licked the creme out of all the middles and proceeded to paint his face and the countertop.

Micah, my star kitchen helper lately, was the only one who helped me put the Oreos into the blender.

Then we started putting the cake together, gummy worms and all.

But feeling a little guilty about not including the one thing that Bret had requested -- fruit -- I had gotten some sliced strawberries in syrup. We put a layer of strawberries in the middle of the cream cheese, and saved the dirt for the top. The boys did not disappoint. They thought this was the coolest part -- "groundhog blood!!"

"Yeah, I hope Daddy will be okay eating all this stuff," said Conner, playing along. "I hope it doesn't kill him."

"Yeah, Conner!" Micah chimed in enthusiastically. "We're gonna kill Dad!" (I calmed things down after that! :)

It turned out really cute, even if I do say so myself! (The crayon in the middle is the candle. That's all we had.)

Then the morning of Bret's birthday, the boys surprised him with cinnamon rolls and strawberries for breakfast. And Bret was appropriately "surprised" that his rocks were actually chocolate -- and that there was a gift card hidden in the bottom of them.

Bret, my dear, I wasn't able to make your birthday nearly as special as I would have liked to. And I'm truly sorry that such a large portion of your day was so crummy. Thank you for working so hard for us and unselfishly somehow making your day so enjoyable for your boys, too. I've enjoyed entering this decade of life with you, and look forward to what it has in store! (Well, I think I do anyway... :) I love you!

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