Firsts

Eamon started Kindergarten this morning & Maggie started P-4 (Preschool for 4 year olds).

Maggie, what can I say about you as you begin preschool? 

Number One: don't grow up too fast, because you already seem so much older than your age. 

Number Two: it's a good thing you're so cute because you may not have lived this long otherwise ;) 

I think what you need is a sister to help you navigate through this testosterone filled house.  You cry and ask for one all the time, and it devastates me.  Perhaps God has a little girl to send to our family one day, whether it's by blood or desire.  Because as difficult as girls can be, I love you so much that I am willing to have another just so you can have a sister.  You're my favorite girl until we get to that point, and for now we'll just focus on that. 

They look like twins, dontcha think? 

I guess that's what happens when you have babies born 14 months apart and the older one is the runt of the litter.

Don't worry, Eamon, you're the cutest little runt ever, yes you are!

 Here he is stiiiillllll eating his bagel for breakfast.  This is why he's so small, because he takes forever to eat and rarely finishes his meal. 

He lost his first tooth this weekend, and it was such a funny scene.  We had been pulling on it for a few days, but he was too nervous for us to yank it out.  It was sooooo ready.  We went to a family party on Sunday, and my sister (his godmother) said she had some dental floss in her purse and would try if he would let her.  He agreed and nervously sat while she attempted to wrap that teeny tiny tooth in floss.  Once she finally got it on, he didn't want her to pull it.  She suggested we go outside to Grandpa and let him do it.  Eamon agreed, and out we went (I was videotaping the hilarious scene). 

As soon as Grandpa saw dental floss hanging out of Eamon's mouth, he knew what his job was and said "Oh Eamon, what's this?" as he grabbed the floss and yanked out the tooth.  It was out of his mouth before he could even answer! 

But Grandpa had yanked very, very hard, and the tooth went flying.  So for the next ten minutes, the aunts and uncles were on the ground searching for the uber-important first tooth.  We found a small rock that we thought could fool Eamon if we didn't find the real thing, but Phil persevered and found that teeny tiny tooth in the grass.  Phew!  The tooth fairy actually remembered to come to our house on the first night and gave my sweet boy a dollar. 

First thing he told his Kindergarten teacher this morning?  "I lost my first tooth!" 

Boys.  They're nothing if not succinct.