the wonky tooth

Its been a slow news week here so far. Dreary weather and all holding our breath to see who gets sick next. Fortunately Logan's last-week plague seems to have kept to itself, and I think (knock on wood) we're in the clear.



Today Andrew leaves for a trip through Sunday night, so I'll be holding down the fort. I'm sure five days of no work and no kids will be paradise for him, even if he's spending them in an RV at a car race in Florida with non-showering guys drinking beer at 9 a.m and eating corn chips for breakfast. I know we'll all be looking forward to picking him up from the airport Sunday night. Daddy plays much better basketball than I do, and he's better at the bedtime routine too. By that time of the day, I'm a pile of mush.



So lets talk about Dylan's tooth. His top front tooth has been loose for months it seems. But within the last few days, it seems perilously closer to finally letting go and joining the others $5 bills he is saving towards his anticipated purchase of a new Wii game. He's only lost the bottom front two teeth so far, which didn't really change his appearance all that much. When this one goes, it will be a whole new bigger boy look.



Here is the wonky tooth, in all of its glory: