My Little Valentine

So the Sunday before Valentine's Day, I was feeling "the love" and decided to dress my kids in the colors of love, which according to every commercialized establishment in America, seems to be pink and red. Bryn looked beautiful in her pouffy pink princess dress. She was so excited that she wouldn't even sit still for some pictures. Every attempt of getting her to hold still resulted in a blurry picture. It wasn't long before "the love" started to slip into "minor annoyance," and so I told her she was finished and free to go play. 

She pranced away, glad to be done with the whole affair, which left her poor little brother all to myself and my ever-clicking camera. Hudson seemed to enjoy himself though, particularly when Bryn would rush into the room for a split second, to squeal at him, "Oh Hudson, you're so handsome!" This would cause him to giggle and smile, as though this is nothing he hasn't heard before. How I love this little heart-breaker. My little man. 

And then someday, in the not too distant future, this little man will become some other girl's valentine. But today, and every year after for that matter, he will always be my little valentine.

A Proud Moment

There are some moments that just make a mother happy. I am loving Miss Bryn's exertion of independence in the form of choosing her outfits each morning, but today, in particular, I love that after getting dressed she went straight into the bathroom to grab her toothbrush. I swear my little dental hygienist heart nearly burst with pride. She insisted on brushing her teeth until they "sparkled like jewels." She also has a weird fascination with floss. I tend to think she likes to just suck the mint flavoring off the floss rather than using proper flossing techniques. 

I personally believe that it is never too young to start good oral hygiene habits. Hudson, like most other little boys who are subjected to anything related to personal hygiene, typically chooses to close his eyes and pretends not to hear me when I mention that it is time to brush his teeth or take a bath. 

Unless, or course, it is his idea. Then he is all for brushing his teeth. And when I say brushing, what I really mean is gnawing and slobbering on the toothbrush much like a dog would do with a bone. I like it because all the chewing on the bristles must be cleaning something off the teeth. He likes it because it helps alleviate some of the discomfort caused by teething. Either way, I view it as a victory for Team Dental Hygiene. And when it comes to teeth, we take our wins very seriously in this house.