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The Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy Chant That Never Ends

Last night I was sleeping and dreaming about winning a race when I start hearing, “Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy…” At first, I thought it was part of the dream. There is no way that someone would interrupt this wondrous moment. After another few minutes of this mommy chant, I open one eye to see my son standing next to the bed. He kept going, and then I finally said, “WHAT!” He stops. Finally after a few seconds, he responds.

“Can you move over?”

I moved over. If it weren’t for the fact that I was half asleep, I probably wouldn’t have been as nice as I was.

How do kids have the stamina to keep repeating the same word over and over again? I don’t even think they breathe when they are doing this? I wonder what would happen if I kept repeating my kids’ names over and over again. Would they also try and ignore it before finally yelling “WHAT!?” Or would they respond in a calm and collected manner?

All I know is that as much as any parent tries to not yell at their kids, whenever they begin the mommy or daddy chant, a parent loses any composure he/she thinks he/she has.


The Executioner and the Tooth Fairy

15 September, 2008 | dcfemella | Comments

This past week Cebastian lost one of his top teeth.  It had been bothering him when he ate, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.  The dental guidelines that I read online said that parents shouldn’t force a tooth to come out, but it was super lose and he could barely eat.  On top of that, my mother yanked out all my teeth, and I came out ok.  I sometimes think these new guidelines that come out are ridiculous in some ways.  Anyway, back to my story. 

I grabbed some floss, looped it around, and wrapped it around his tooth.  After a few tries, the tooth came out.  Cebastian smiled a toothless smile, and I gave him some warm water and salt to gargle with.  We placed the tooth in a snack-sized bag that Cebastian quickly placed underneath his pillow.  I was a little worried how I was going to get up there being that he has a loft bed.  

A few hours later, I snuck in his room.  Luckily, he left it close to the edge, so I was able to quietly do the switcharoo. 

I want my children to believe that they live in a magical world where fairies, trolls, princesses, good witches, and mermaids live around us.  When I was a child, I loved the feeling of Santa Clause coming and giving me presents, and the tooth mouse (that is what it is in Panama) would take my tooth and give me price money. 

My mother said that when I was a little, I had such small teeth that she had a hard time finding them.  She said there was one time that I lost a tooth and for a few days, she couldn’t find the tooth, so she kept leaving money.  That was until she overheard me telling my older sister, “Anie, I am getting rich!  On purpose, I hide my tooth so the mouse will continue giving me money.”  The rouse was up, and no more money came my way.  I always snicker to myself thinking of my children doing that to me.

The next day when I was in the shower, I heard Cebastian excitedly call my name.  I opened the shower curtain, and in his hands were his $2.  In my time, I only got 25 cents.   He was so happy that the tooth fairy remembered him, and he placed his money in his piggy bank to save up for a game.