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My son is a snaggletooth boy these days. His adult teeth are coming in with a vengeance, both top and bottom, pushing his tiny, pearly baby teeth willy-nilly about in his mouth. They lean drunkenly against each other, waggling at the touch of a tongue or a probing finger, the gaps between them widening and narrowing with each wiggled test. He actually brushed one out the other night, while preparing for bed, but wasn't fast enough to prevent it washing down the drain of the sink, so the tooth fairy was forced to go home empty-handed after dropping her bright 10-crown payment. Baby teeth are also known as deciduous teeth, a metaphor both touching and a little bizarre, little white leaves falling gently with the seasons. Karin, too, is dropping teeth like, er, flies. So far, for the both of them, it's incisors. I am not looking forward to the eruption of the molars, those large and hunched plateaus in the caverns of their mouths.

We made a game of teeth-brushing when the kids were very small, both to make sure they brushed everywhere, and for long enough. Inside, outside, up and down, front and back, top and bottom, open wide! Now, TIGER TEETH! and they bared a toothy grimace at me and growled as I scrubbed diligently back and forth across the front and then back along each side, tucking the toothbrush into their cheeks and swirling it roundabout. They're doing some of the brushing themselves now, most usually in the mornings, as I gag easily and can't stand the spitting. "Rinse that away," I grumble, "bleah." They roll their eyes and laugh at me. "Am I done now, Mama?" asks one. "Not long enough," I answer, "Keep going." Inside, outside, up and down.

Things I've Reveled In the Past 24 Hours: coming home from vacation, sleeping in my own bed, sleeping in, having no plans whatsoever, walking with 2 feet

I am in a good mood, but a rather melancholy one, unable to settle to anything, working with fits and starts on my obligations, with no motivation but a looming deadline dangled like a moldy carrot in front of my reluctant donkey head. I stop to read a chapter of Byatt's Possession, then start again, adding code here and there, making a couple of phone calls there. Putting dishes in the dishwasher is the next distraction, then sitting on the sofa watching the late afternoon sun slant across the room, sparking off the glass-fronted cabinet and warming a golden path across the parquet. I only have a few things left to do to finish up the website, but still have to put together the printed version, which also takes several hours, if not a day. Another click reveals no messages, no more reason to procrastinate. I shuffle my hooves and lunge again for the carrot.

Really Great Writing Out There Right Now: Must. Kill. Boyfriend.

A Wonderful Year of New Job, New Home, New Promises & Bright Birthday Wishes to therealshedork!
mood: restless
music: Jethro Tull—Songs From the Woods


The moose is back! I love that moose icon.

Poor Martin! I remember that higgeldy-piggeldy teeth time. I hated the shout of "Hey mum! Look at this!" while they wiggled their teeth at awful angles and I almost puked.

I hope the restless feeling passes. You can fiddle with the colours on my journal if you are bored....

Heh. It's not that I'm bored, exactly. I have PLENTY to do, including finish the AWC website, do the layout for the AWC newsletter, finish my own family website which is so overdue it's ridiculous....I'm just not motivated by any of it.

I know that feeling. And procratination is so tempting, even though you know in the more logical part of your brain that it is only making it worse.

I suggest go and make brownies. They seem to solve everything.

Oh I so know that feeling where you'll do anything to keep from doing the thing(s) you should be doing have on your TO DO list.


That is the most delightful post about children's teeth I've ever read. I especially liked the image of them leaning drunkenly. Deciduous teeth? Who knew? Here's hoping that carrot gets a little less moldy... ~Marilyn (P.S. Thanks for the link.) ;)

Oh dear, your avatar made me think 'galestorm' for some reason and I almost had a heart attack thinking I'd never realised she had a son :)

LOL! I hope she doesn't read this...SHE'LL have a heart attack! hahahaha!


what a great way to make kids brush their teeth - I'm filing that away for future reference! And are you not loving Possession? It's just the best book ever, so dense and thick.


sorry, that was me - Sam :)

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