Toothless

This is the most disgusting sustained pregnancy craving I have ever experienced:  chili cheese Fritos.  I mean, gah.  Regular Fritos would be gross enough, but chili cheese?  What's next? Funyuns?  And I have to eat them in secret because I am not going to let the kids eat that crap.  I just ate lunch in my office and demolished the little baggie of them I packed, which means they're all gone from my house, and I am NOT buying more.  Except, of course, I AM buying more, possibly on my way home, so I can enjoy them with with the turkey frame soup I stayed up late making.

Harry came bursting into our room at the crack of 5 this morning (which totally sucked for me because my alarm was scheduled to go off at 5:30, so I never really went back to sleep) to report that he woke up and his tooth fell out (?).

Not this first tooth he ever got:

But the one right next to it:

Our friend Dan told Harry a few weeks ago that the tooth fairy leaves $20 a tooth.  Hahaha, right?  Would have been except that a special snowflake (perhaps the specialest of snowflakes) in Harry's class actually DOES get a $20 from the tooth fairy (wrapped up in a ribbon, no less) every time he drops a tooth, so Harry assumes that's what he'll get, too.  And he's right.  Who am I to ruin the magic, especially as we prepare to enter the season of magical lies to small children?  So, thanks a lot, Dan and Snowflake.  Kids have a lot of teeth.

Picture of Harry's first tooth from this blog on 1-26-07, a time when we were downright gleeful about buying our condo that we still own and will probably never be able to sell ever.  Ah, nostalgia.