Where Was His Shoe?

Last week Isaak could not find one of his shoes. He kicks his shoes off at the table, and he's often seen jumping around with one shoe on, and one shoe off.

I was highly annoyed! I wanted to go somewhere, and he didn't have one of his shoes. It wasn't in any of the typical spots. I looked for 5 minutes, and decided enough was enough. I had him slip on his fake Crocs, and off we went to the store. I didn't go looking for shoes; I had to get other things.

I forgot about the missing shoe until the next day. Again we wanted to go out and about. Daddy said, "Put on your shoes." I said, "He's missing one." Then Daddy was on a search. Isaak, Daddy and I looked for a good half hour at least. Daddy and Isaak even looked outside. It was pretty crazy some of the places we were looking. You never know where a 6 year old could put his shoe.

We looked in the hampers, on his closet floor, in his pj drawer, in his shoe drawer, in Mica's shoe drawer, in the play clothes drawer, behind all the doors, under all the furniture and no shoe was to be found.

Isaak said, "Dad I think it could be under the rug in the hallway." That made me laugh. If that were the case one would see a big lump.

I said, "We just need to pick up random stuff, and I'm sure we'll find it."

Daddy told Mica, "Hey can you pick up your books?"

Mica picked up his books, and one was lumpy and weighed more than it should. Mica likes to use random things laying around as bookmarks for his books. Oh he has bookmarks, but doesn't use them. Nope! He used Isaak's shoe as a bookmark.

Another Tooth Bites the Dust

Last week Isaak came out of his bed  with a huge smile on his face and said, "Mom I lost another tooth!"

Now this is the 3rd tooth he's lost all in the same area.

Daddy cleaned up his bloody hands. He said, "Dude I don't think this one was all the way ready to come out. I wiggled it earlier, and it wasn't loose enough."

We think Isaak yanked, twisted and pulled all to get some quarters.

He looks like he was punched in the face. It makes me crack up.

Tragedy Strikes

This weekend was an interesting one indeed.

My mom (Grandma Spiehs) had surgery on her toes. She's doing good. On Saturday I took them Chicken and Dumplings, green beans and fruit. On Sunday my older sister (Aunt Angela) took them a meal. She's hobbling around in a boot. Wires hang out of her toes. I didn't get to see them. I only saw them in the x-ray. The wires will get removed. One pin stays.

My younger sister (Aunt Terra) took her family to a Trisomy 18 conference. She had the chance to meet other families with kids that suffer from Trisomy 13 and 18. She said it was sad, informative, fun to see families from all over. One family came from Sweden, one from Canada and a lot from the US. She talked a lot with a lady that is also an RN and has a daughter the same age as Emerson.

I was in the lobby at a Honda shop waiting for our Pilot's recall to be fixed on Friday morning. I was hoping they would get done while we went out to breakfast; no such luck. The low beam lights could go out at any time. All the sudden I hear on the TV about the shooting in Aura, Colorado. I knew that because they were talking about Batman Mica's ears would perk up. I put them on the empty computer to play on the the PBS website. I have no problem talking to the boys about tragedy. If at all possible I'd like to wait until they are in upper elementary to explain that stuff to them. How do you feel about that? Any advice? I think if something happens here or within our family it's unavoidable; I have to talk to them. It's important to communicate as a family. I just don't want to push that violence is a reality to them so soon.

At home on Saturday morning I got a call from the local police department. A 10 year old boy was missing that lived a few blocks away. It was just a recording describing this kid and what he was wearing. It was just telling us this information because they wanted everyone in the area to look out for him. I listened, hung up the phone, got the food in the car to take it to my parents, made sure Isaak was buckled up and started crying. Mica said, "What's wrong Mommy?" I broke my rule of not talking to them about tragedy's to illustrate a point. I said, "Well Mica that phone call was the police department. A little boy that's only 10 years old is missing. You know how I tell you not to run ahead in stores and at the park?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Well this is the reason why. This little boy is missing. I don't know if he ran away, or was kidnapped. What I do know is I thought about you and how you run ahead. Someone could just take you. I could never see you again. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He said, "Yes." I never did hear if they found him, or not. I don't see anything about this 10 year old on the internet. I can only imagine that he was in fact found. It's such a good thing that a call went out to everyone in the area!

WW Mica Moose Lost His First Tooth {Linky}

He lost it on the way down to KC. It's a great thing that mommy remembered to bring his Tooth Fairy box that Aunt Becky bought him! ;) He has another loose tooth. I told him that he can now drink out of a straw without opening his mouth!

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