Surgeon and Eagle Scout

After almost losing our tree off the top of the car last year, Steve informed me that last year was a fluke and that we would have no problems this year. Upon questioning him further, he told me that he was an "eagle scout and surgeon" so he "understood knots." In fact, he told me that he was the "master of knots." I must admit as we were driving home that I kind of hoped the tree fell off, but no, even though Steve was gunning it around corners to prove a point, the tree remained sturdly on top. When I told this story to my Mom, she reminded me that we often all had to put our arms outside of our van to hold our tree on top. Suddenly, I had a vivid recollection of a freezing hand and sore arm muscles. So I suppose I am glad that I'm married to the master of knots. I will definitely try to make sure that his talents are not wasted. I'm sure there are plenty of things his master knot tying skills could fix.

Dad is so Proud

Much to our surprise, Thomas lost his first tooth today. We didn't even know it was loose until last night. I couldn't believe how excited Steve was. It took all of his self control not to just pull it out. He kept saying that he could pop it out in a second, but he refrained and let Thomas do it himself. The whole thing was pretty funny. I can tell that Steve will definitely be pulling some of our children's teeth. It's only a matter of time before he has a weak moment and snatches it himself. I'm sure our children will quickly learn not to show Daddy their loose teeth unless their ready. I guess we are getting old if our children are losing teeth. Where does the time go?