Tooth Subtraction

One of those major events of a young child’s life happened during our Facetime call with the FBR last night. The loss of her first front tooth. She started complaining about how hard it was to eat with the very loose tooth. That went on for a couple minutes until it popped off in her hand – to her and certainly our surprise/delight. The photo below was taken seconds after the event. There were no more complaints about eating and she delved into making designs with her newly acquired gap when it came to an ice cream sandwich.

Just After it Came Out

More Elegantly Posed

Still Impossibly Cute

The BRS and BR3 were garbed in Crazy Wednesday outfits for their pre-school and the BRS seemed to really take it to heart. BR3 is always walking the edge of craziness so it probably wasn’t a big jump for her. They both looked fantastic. My son finally had the electrician show up so his Man Cave theater nears completion. I envision some football and scary movies being watched together down there in future years. Yesterday also marked one month until my annual birthday pub crawl. I’m going to have to figure out a way to get up to Keene for a final route reconnaissance.

BRS in her Crazed Outfit

Looks Natural on BR3

Another sure sign of the changing seasons occurred yesterday when I assisted my Favorite Panamanian in the annual fall cutting in her vast garden complex. Once her perennials start showing the autumn induced yellow tinge the clippers come out. Three wheelbarrow loads of debris were carted up the hill (I did say vast, didn’t I?). Other than that it’s been a fairly quiet week after the past two weeks of granddaughter exposure. I finished off the latest John Sandford book featuring old favorites Lucas Davenport and Virgil F---ing Flowers. When I closed that book on my kindle I was delighted to find that Nelson DeMille had published another John Corey novel which was waiting for me to download. Good times for an autumnal read.

Three movies fell in my A-Z effort, all keepers, Borat (Undeniably yet so uncomfortably funny), Bottle Rocket (Owen Wilson as Dignan – when you knew he was going to be a star) and Bowfinger (first DVD I ever owned, came with player, Murphy & Martin, comedy dream team)

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RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                     

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete - my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3^rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew – son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Pittsburgh College Roommate– high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Soxfather - my brother in law; Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course