Extra, Extra

It was a very exciting day in the Azzollini house! Double Mocha, our oldest (by 20 minutes to be exact), lost her VERY first tooth. That darn tooth has been loose for what seems like an entire year. Over the past week it became very loose and she has been wiggling it every waking minute. Last night she had a melt down. She was so torn and there was “tooth drama” (every night we have some kind of drama). Should she pull it out right then so WE, her loving mom, dad, sister and brother could see. . . .OR should she wait until school the next day so everyone (who is anyone) could see?? Also, I should note that when you lose your tooth at school, the school secretary puts your tooth in this adorable tooth necklace so you don’t lose it on the way home. Double Mocha cried and cried, and decided to try to pull it out, cried some more because there was blood (blood is NOT good), and then cried some more. She asked me to try to pull and then got mad at me because it hurt. Did I mention she cried? After a long talk with daddy and another long talk with mommy, she decided it was time to get some sleep and give it a try in the a.m.

She woke up happy and that tooth was hanging by a thread. She must have been fooling with it all day, because by the time I picked her up today, it was ready to come out. . .no doubt! Double Macc's teacher, Mrs. C, is known for her “tooth pulling” abilities, so we stopped by to see her. She asked Double Mocha if she was ready to have her pull it out. With out hesitation, she said yes. I just sat back and watched. Mrs. C had it out in 2 seconds flat. And, remarkably NO Tears! Not even at the sight of blood. Double Mocha got her cute, little necklace from the office and was ready to spread the word. Now, Double Mocha had her biggest fan, her sister, to share the news to anyone in the hallway that would listen. The two of them ran from kid to kid, and mom to mom to share the best news of the year! Double Mocha, so proud of herself for keeping her wits about her and Double Macchiato, SO proud to be her sis. Even more exciting for those who can't tell these two apart. . .a new way to be sure. . .

Stupid Dad Tricks

This weekend I found myself at the park with my sister in laws, 2 of my twin mommy friends and a gaggle of kids (13 to be exact). It was truly a perfect day. The sun was warm on my back, the conversation was great, and more importantly the kids were having a blast(= no kids bothering mommy). I think I sat in the same spot for 2 hours straight. This was the longest stretch of time that I didn’t have to referee, rescue, negotiate, or discipline. We were all having such a great time and in no hurry to leave, so our husbands ended up joining us one by one. Let’s just say the dynamics changed once the men arrived. . .let the antics begin!

Jay was the first one to arrive with little Raj who had been napping at home. Shortly after, Barista Papa arrived and immediately enticed Jay with his new Blackberry Storm and then promptly pulled up an email or some other application that was definitely not appropriate for the park setting. Frangooch and Big D arrived shortly after. Barista papa decided that it was time for Double Mocha to learn how to ride the bike with out training wheels. He borrowed Jayne’s bike and with the moral support of eight other kids, off she went. It was Double Macc's turn next. Then, out of the sea of kids emerges Barista Papa on Jayne’s bike, guess he thought he needed to show ‘em how it’s done. Who knows. . . we all laughed hysterically as he looked like a clown in a circus act, his knees up to his ears! He took a few laps and finally stopped as I am yelling, “you are going to bend the rims on that poor girl’s bike.” Not to be out done, Bid D gets a hold of his kid’s bike and does some street moves. He decides to ride down a flight of stairs on his kid’s bike. Little L decides he needs to try that move as well, except he is lacking in speed and forgets to lift his bottom off his seat, bumping all the way down, his mom yelling, “look out for the family jewels.” He makes it down, turns around only to see our unsure faces, but immediately raises his hand in victory, so we all cheer for him! Next up is Frangooch. He decides he’ll ride down the flight of stairs, but this time Little L will ride on the back of the bike, taking the difficulty score up a notch. Big D had two more rotations, one with N riding on a cement block fence about 1 foot of the ground and 1 foot wide. That didn’t go over to well with N, so that was short lived. I think the best display was when Big D spotted little Wy at the top of the slide. Wy, at the ripe age of 2, was attempting to ride his scooter down the slide, so Big D thought he’d give a spot and show him the proper way to do it. After the dirty looks from his wife and the rest of the moms at the park, he decided to rethink it. . .

I guess that old saying holds true, “boys will be boys.”