changes

Several months ago, the dentist had to pull two of Luke's teeth because the permanent teeth were growing up behind the baby teeth. Today Luke lost his first tooth all by himself. He was chasing another kid at the basketball game at school this afternoon, then turned too fast to get away from being chased. He crashed right into a chair, and his tooth fell out. It was barely hanging on before the crash, but he cried as if it had been stuck tight. Jason was afraid that it was a permanent tooth and that we'd have to make yet another trip to the emergency room. So now Luke is lisping and not wanting to go to sleep just in case he rolls over the wrong way and bumps his mouth. I don't remember losing teeth being this traumatic as a kid.


I decided this afternoon that Seth needs to start sleeping in a bed like everyone else. Up until now, he's been sleeping in his crib. It's the crib that Pop Pop and Daddy made when Joel was born . . . the crib that all four babies have slept in. Seth isn't so good yet at obedience, especially at obeying things like "stay there." So it seemed like a good idea to keep him sleeping in the crib where he'd be safe and wouldn't come wake me up any time he felt the urge to get out of bed. But he IS five years old and a kindergartener. It's probably time that he learns to make the decision to stay in bed all night instead of having no choice but to stay there. So I removed one of the sides of the crib. Jason picked this crib pattern because it converts to a toddler bed and then to a single bed. Finally, twelve years later, I completed the first conversion.


Seth might be too excited about sleeping in a normal kind of bed to actually go to sleep.