Tooth #2 and bugar milk

October 26, 2011 babyjohnson

The day after Henry sprouted tooth #1, came tooth #2! They are his front bottom teeth (I don’t know the correct terms) and they are pointy. One came in a bit crooked, and we don’t know whether that matters or not. Clara visited the dentist again last week and did great. He told her she does a good job brushing.

This past weekend was the Komen Breast Cancer Walk. Mom, Cara, Aunt Carolyn, the kids, and I all walked the mile. We almost missed it because we couldn’t find the start and couldn’t figure out how to cross the street while avoiding all the runners/walkers. We finally found the line of walkers and pushed our way in the middle of it. My mom was my age (35) when she was diagnosed, and it put it in perspective now that I have my own kids. She was proud to wear her pink survivor hat and walk through the survivor lane and accept pink roses being handed out.

Today was costume day for Clara’s preschool Halloween party. She arrived in her Cinderella outfit and was so excited to see Rapunzel and Tinkerbell. Leon thinks she thought the little girl dressed up as Rapunzel was the REAL Rapunzel, and rushed to sit down beside her. It’s days like this that I wish I was the one to take her to preschool and snap cute pictures of her and all her little friends. Leon did a good job of that and even took a short video of her class all dressed up.

Mealtimes have been a bit of a challenge with Clara lately. We didn’t want to believe everyone when they told us she would go through weird food phases, but it seems it’s true. All of a sudden she dislikes milk, and tonight was a battle of the wills/stubborness. She refused to drink her milk, and we told her that she couldn’t get out of her highchair until she drank it. So there she sat, for over 45 minutes, begging to be let down. Leon and I finished dinner and she still sat. We cleared the table and began kitchen cleanup, and there she sat. Pretty soon we hear, “I am NOT drinking my milk because I put a bugar in it!” We thought she was joking and told her that’s too bad that you have to drink milk you put a bugar in. She kept screaming, “I’m NOT drinking bugar milk!” Finally I picked up her glass of milk and looked in the bottom. Sure enough, there sat a nice round bugar. I fished it out with a spoon, showed it to her (she insisted), and Leon gave her a silly straw to suck down her milk. I asked her later what she was going to remember to do next mealtime, thinking she would say, “Drink all my milk”. But she replied solemnly, “Not put a bugar in my milk.”

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