You’re So Money Monday

1392 1392_ () 1392 1392 It’s back! The long awaited next installment of YSMM.

Yesterday morning, Elliott had a wiggly molar that he pulled just before we left for Mass. After Mass, we went out to eat and Ethan’s loose molar literally fell into his food. That was disturbing for all parties involved.

Augie, who has been hiding a freakishly loose bottom front, covered his mouth.

“Oh that’s coming out,” said Paul. “Today.”

Because here, we are all about breaking records. Until yesterday, our record for most teeth lost in a day was two — and we did that twice. The first time, Ethan and Elliott each lost a tooth on the same day; about a year later, it was Elliott and Charlie.

So yesterday, we all started eyeing Augie’s little chiclet and I think he just decided to give in. He pulled it on his own when no one was looking.

Last night, as each boy put his tooth under his pillow, I made a mental note to try and get upstairs before one of them came down for breakfast. Sadly, Augie lost his first tooth last week and the tooth fairy came after he was sent back to bed (at 7 that morning.) (What? Quit looking at me like that.)

This morning at 3:30, Augie came into our room, woken up by something else but sounding kind of happy.

“Guess what,” he said, “the tooth fairy already came!”

And now, I think I have a crush on the tooth fairy.

So today’s YSMM: what is one thing your spouse does that you find charming and sweet? I don’t mean grand sweeping things like trips or jewelry or roses on Valentines. Those are great, don’t get me wrong. But I think battles are won (and lost) in the details.

Even if you’re not married, you can answer.

What is a tiny little act of loving extravagantly that reminds you how much you are loved? One sentence answers, please. And then go thank that person! 1392″ .


Ahhh, Summer…

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…to thee I pledge my undying devotion.




1390 1390_ () 1390 1390 Reader Annette passed along this terrific story, which I thought you’d enjoy.

Your story about asking your son to not grow up and leave you gave me a chuckle and reminded me of a story of my now 24 year old son.

When Peter was about six years old he came to me, threw his arms around me, and told me he loved me so much he was never going to leave me and was going to live with me forever. Naturally, I was very grateful, and thoroughly enjoyed the warm loving compliment, but didn’t bet on it.

That very Sunday, he proposed marriage to not one, not two, or even three, but four fourteen year-old charming girls hanging around the front door on the way out of church. They all gently and sweetly thanked him, but put him off for at least a few more years.

I was quite surprised because of his very recent promise to “Never Leave Me”. When we got to the car, I asked him what he was doing proposing to all those girls if he was going to live with me for his whole life. He replied, “Oh Mom, I’m was just going to marry one and bring her home to be your maid!”

Now is that a thoughtful son or what? 1390″> . ,


Bright Spot

Thanks to Fr. Tim for sending this along. For some reason, after watching this, it put my frustrations and agitations into perspective — the world is such a big and glorious place.