Teeth and Hurricanes

 

Our little fugitive lost his first two teeth in a world that didn't care.  He lost his third tooth a month ago but promptly swallowed it.  Gone.  The tooth fairy - well - she said that she was not going to have to pay for those teeth.  She thought she was off the hook.

But when the fourth tooth came out this week and he carefully held it in his mouth and dropped it into my hand.... with utter joy on his face.... I had a long talk with that old tooth fairy.  (Yes, I am able to talk to tooth fairies!  I have that power.)  I made it clear that she owed him for ALL FOUR TEETH.  She just plain needed to pay up.  She fussed a bit.... moaned and groaned as she pulled her wallet out... and grudgingly forked over what was due!  Score!

Since the little fugitive lived in a drab and lonely world that didn't involve tooth fairies and teeth under pillows and money payments, explaining to our still learning English son was a bit much ...so we skipped the requirement that the tooth be placed under the pillow.  Instead we placed that precious little tooth in Aaron's brand new tooth bag which now also contains his tooth fairy payments that he will get when he is a little more aware of the process!

For now that bag is in Mama's jewelry box nestled happily next to the bags of his two older brothers.

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In the adoption blogging world it is very easy and tempting to give a picture that is glossy and nice.  To sugar-coat life with a newly adopted child.  To neglect to share the hard times and issues.  I mean who wants to expose the ugly?  Who wants to let the world know all of your dirty laundry?

Well - I have decided to let you know that life with a newly adopted child is NOT all glossy and nice.

Nope.

We adopted a hurricane.

Before Aaron our little family area looked like this:

And now....

Well... Let's just say that we can no longer find the floor.

At first we thought we had hit the jackpot when we brought Aaron home. 

He was the cleanest kid on earth.  Every toy was carefully picked up each night and put away.  He delighted in putting them away.  He was so NOT a typical American child. 

Oh, we were in heaven.

But for some reason... he changed.

Now he is a whirlwind waiting to happen.

Yep - We adopted a Hurricane and I am very sad to say - my house will NEVER be the same.

And I will also say for the record - He is no longer amazing at picking up his toys!  In fact he moans and groans and sighs and whines just like every other American child! 

Just keeping it real on this blog!!

More realness to come...