I swore to myself that I wouldn't post again until I'm well, because there isn't a person who reads this blog who wants to hear me whine about being ill.

Oh, sure...I thought I could spice it up a bit. SEE Jenny cough so hard she cracks a rib! HEAR the barking noise coming out of her lungs! WATCH as she discovers yet another outfit marred by slimy trails of toddler snot!

It's been 12 days since we started this flu. My daughter is back at school today, and OH! MY! GOD! something good to share that I totally almost forgot!

Houston, we have a loose tooth. And it made me want to cry when I saw it, because I remember when that tooth broke through her gums. September 11, 1999, our first Wedding Anniversary and the day we took her to her first baseball game. I'm hopeful that the new tooth growing in won't make her as cranky as version 1.0 did. Because dayum. If I have to listen to any more fatalistic drama-filled rantings from my kids I'm going to put on some Metallica and crank it.

Now THAT is an excellent parenting strategy, which I freely share with you all.

Anyway, back to the tooth situation. I had a stash of Sacagawea Dollars for this very event, and I cannot find them. Panic! Panic! Must go to bank, before I retrieve the girl from school so that the Tooth Fairy can kick down when the tooth comes out. Also, must find appropriate transfer container (ie special tooth fairy pillow or box or somesuch.)

Actually, I had heard of a mom who gave her daughter a charm for her bracelet with each tooth she lost, and I loved the idea. The problem is my daughter, while magpie-like in her love of sparkles, is also chimpanzee-like in her need to run and jump and swing from things and in general act like a crazy primate. So dangling precious trinkets from her wrist is akin to tossing cash out the car window.

We'll see. Oh I am not looking forward to the giant teeth.