I'll Have the Chipper Chicken

Remember that scene in "Father of the Bride" when Annie sits across the table from her parents and announces her engagement? She is glowing, excited, and downright giddy while Steve Martin and Diane Keaton can barely compose themselves while trying to hide their shock and disbelief.

And then the camera cuts to Annie as a 6 year-old little girl sitting in the same chair saying, "I met a man in Paris, I'm in love, and we're getting married."

With each milestone in my kids' lives, the truth behind what Meester and Mooses Bonks felt in that moment becomes alarmingly true. Even though, as a mom, I see my kids' lives in slow motion (sometimes really slow motion) unfolding daily before my ever-worsening eyes, the lapse of time is still somewhat unreal.

You remember my six year-old?

See? I can't stop picturing him as a five month-old baby with a gummy, drooly smile and enough body fat to sustain a small nation.

But today we crossed another bloody landmark. 

(Of course. My philosophy in blogging is like that of the network news: if it bleeds, it leads.)

Props to Photo Booth for capturing this self-portrait:

Did you notice that snaggly tooth on the bottom?

Moments after J captured his own mug shot, excitement got the best of him and it was time to pull that bad boy out. 

Jackson brought me a few tissues (I'm not taking chances on losing any more pieces of clothing in my very exclusive Old Navy collection) and I gently rocked that baby tooth back  and forth. 

Without screams or tears, out it came.

How can he be old enough to lose a tooth? I thought that was for big kids.

Oh.

Not a baby?

My bad.

The excitement on his face was priceless. Christmas morning is the only other time I've seen such unrestrained, uncontainable joy etched on his precious face.

Chalk it up to Yahoo/Boohoo moment #104139481029348-1203948.