Shocking!

I am in shock here. Such a shameful tale to tell.

Isaac has lost only 3 teeth, the 2 bottom ones and one top one. His teeth are bizarre, the top ones are hollow and over time have been worn right down, the 2 top front teeth were little more than stumps. The dentist wasn't worried and said they would just come out when they were ready and we are to hope his big permanent teeth are good ones.

Such celebrations when that top tooth came out! This week...HOORAH! Out came the other one, he wrote the most impressive note to the tooth fairy, saying " Dear Tooth Fairy, I lost another tooth, please can you leave me a pound?" And the fairy did indeed leave a pound under Isaac's pillow, the daddy tooth fairy did it, he took the note ( which also included a very clever pouch that held the precious stumpy tooth) and I am not sure where he put it.

Isaac was so reluctant to show me his gappy mouth, not unusual, he isn't keen at being looked at or scrutinised so, although disappointed, I didn't push the issue, instead there was a special trip to W.H Smith to buy a pack of go-go crazy bones ( which are £1 a pack, how handy!)

2 days past and he still wouldn't flash me a toothless grin, in fact he was incredibly closed mouthed. You know why don't you? I bet you caught on so much quicker than I did.



He still has the tooth in his mouth!



*GASP* can you BELIEVE IT? My Isaac, my sweet, thoughtful, loving, gentle, lying little git Isaac.



How much thought went into that? Making the clever pouch and the note requesting a specific amount!? He is completely unrepentant, he grins from ear to ear when we exclaim at his dishonesty! He laughs and says that he is pretty sure that when the tooth DOES come out, the fairies will leave him money again because.....SUCKERS! Oh is he in for a rude awakening!



Today was a good day, Dan is down and he and Jordan took the boys all afternoon, went swimming with them and then they played with the Wii at Jordan's house.

I took Sophie for her interview, the one at the passport office, to make sure she is who she says she is and is not a terrorist or an Identity thief.

I filled in the application forms for her, called her dad, got his details etc.....to ensure it all got done in time. Watching Sophie fill in forms of any kind of painful, it makes my fingers twitch and my eyes swivel in their sockets. I do it for her, my bad.

Well that went well.....

"Can you tell me your father's full name?"

"No....He is Kevin Arsehat"

"His middle name?"

"I don't know....nope, no idea!"

" His date of birth?"

"Um, no, I do know he is older than my mum, who is 46 and so he is either 47 or 47 he is a bit older than her"

" Where does he live?"

"I have no idea, he is crap really, never been any good and I hardly see him....oh my mum filled in my form by the way"

"what about your mum?"

Luckily she knows all about me.....she didn't know what her previous address was ( gah...I can't remember what I wrote either, I can barely remember my last address! So many in so short a time!)

She was able to give them full details of her cell phone history and her closed down bank account, she even remembered where I was born ( which is impressive!)

I could hear her from outside the interview room, she has the loudest and most infectious laugh and she always finds situations like this hilarious, that ( so far ) is what helps her, she is so obviously telling the truth, any imposter would have at least learned the name of the father!

She said that the interviewer told her she didn't have anything to worry about but she couldn't tell her if she had passed . Now we wait until weds next week, if she doesn't pass that interview she will have to start all over again, resubmit the forms, pay the full fee again, send new pictures, attend another interview....I hope she doesn't have to do that because we simply don't have the time or money to do that. She is such a ditz! It's very lovable and touching but not always helpful.

She is not having fun at work, she is tired and I am having to make her ask for overtime, to go in on her days off, stay longer. She has one more payday before we go to Boston, when she is there she is going to want to buy everything she sees, she has to pay her bus ticket to and from the airport, her share of the hotel and meals. If she doesn't earn the money she will be SO miserable. She is just ready to go and have the fun now. Oh so many life lessons in such a short time. I hope when we get back she can find something else to work for, it will be tough if she doesn't because I think she is one of those people that needs to have a reason for doing things, it's tough for her to do things, just because.

We went into the new mall in the city we went to, it was huge, 5 floors and fabulous, we were very disciplined and didn't look in too many stores because we are saving what money we do have. 5 more weeks.

The preparations for the party on friday are going well, we have a pumpkin pinata ( a rare find indeed!) we have glow in the dark monster footprints, bats, ghosts, garlands, face paints, skeleton gloves.

I am making cupcakes and have all manner of gory decorations for them, I will do sausage rolls and sandwiches, people from church are bringing some goodies so I hope we have enough food. I'm sure everyone will eat before they come, it's just a matter of shoving as much sugar and orange, black and green food colouring into the kids before they go home and run across the ceiling! I always panic and go crazy, wanting to fill the home and guests with a banquet fit for a king, this year I have managed to stop myself by telling myself what I could buy with that money in Boston! I am trying to decide whether to play the doughnut game again...it makes SO much mess but the laughter is unbelievable and people have asked if they can do it again, if the weather is dry we can do that in the yard....inside it is asking for trouble!!
It's all coming right, I love it when a plan comes together, as does Isaac, it would seem!