Frankly, I hate him.
He is testing every fiber in my being.
He is making me sick.
I will learn.
I will go with the growing-up flow.
But, for now, I will hate him.
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| dick. |
Yesterday morning, my son looked like this...
When I got home from work late last night. I slowly crept into Landon's room so I could see my big boy with one less tooth sleeping soundly. I wanted to see his perfect head laying on top of a pillow that was laying on top of his tiny tooth.
Instead, I opened his door to find this...
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| an empty bed with a note for the Tooth Fairy on it. |
Landon says the Tooth Fairy "sweeks" (freaks) him out. Daddy helped him come up with a plan so that the incredibly freaky, tiny, pink fairy didn't have to come close to his bedroom (not that he sleeps in his bedroom anyway).
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| That's his pillow. It's laying over his sweet, little tooth...on our kitchen table. |
Dear Father Time,
Please stop marching so quickly and with such arrogance. I realize that my children growing up is inevitable, but must you keep rubbing it in my face at such a speedy pace. Your feet must be killing you at this point. The hole in my baby's mouth has put a hole in my heart. Dang, let a sista' breathe a little. If you promise to move less swiftly, I promise to stop calling you a dick. Deal?
Thank you,
LeAnn Cruce
2 comments:
I love this blog.....Well done
You are such a dear mommy. This is so heartfelt. Your blog is beautiful. Your family is so blessed to have you. How special. I totally feel your pain with the milestones. So sweet and so bitter at the same time. Big tears and big hugs!!! Love you, girl!
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