Just when I didn’t think my boy could get any cuter, he goes and proves me wrong. It started two days ago with this…

Which, okay, I admit… it’s not all that cute - the Spongebob tooth, I mean. That’s what it reminds me of… but, you see it poking out? The end result is what’s cutest. Just bear with me…

In all honesty, this kind of freaked me out. I suspect that the way I overindulged him by acting a complete fool when he did this little Spongebob Tooth Trick is the underlying reason why he held on dearly to it for TWO WHOLE DAYS.

He loved doing it… I would scream, and pretend to shudder and start yelling “Get that tooth outta there! C’mere, Let me get it! Oh stop, stop! You’re killing me! I’m going to faint!” And he would double over into a fit of laughter. But really, I might have fainted. There’s something very… unnatural about this… kid… of mine…

Finally!! We were sitting at the kitchen table, I was doing some Twilight chatter across the table with L, and N was eating dinner and all of a sudden “MOM!!” and I looked and if it’s possible for the tooth to be any MORE loose than it already was, it was. Trust me. It was STILL there. I started my panic screaming and L chimed in and I guess with both of us being absolutely chaotic and mildly retarded together, he decided to pull it. Then we whooped and hollared, and he was a happy camper.

But back to the cutenss factor… I’m totally diggin’ the snaggletooth look on my boy. Mostly because, I’m dreading those two front teeth coming in… hopefully he won’t have inherited his mother’s ability to grow teeth the size of chiclets in his mouth.

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Because it really is true. And this picture deserved it’s very own blog entry.

A picture is worth a thousand words is a proverb that refers to the idea that complex stories can be described with just a single still image, or that an image may be more influential than a substantial amount of text. It also aptly characterizes the goals of visualization where large amounts of data must be absorbed quickly.

I just came across this pictures of these boys*. It’s from May 2007 at a local Bull Riding / Barrel Racing event. I love finding pictures that reflect on their friendship over the years, and I know someday they will love that I have so many of them when they were kids. I have friends today that I have had since I was N’s age, and it’s an amazing thing to remain friends that long. I wish that for my son. That, and many new, wonderful friends along the way. Somehow though, the comfort of someone who has known you since childhood is something that is irreplaceable. It’s a comfort, and a treasure.

I adore this picture of them. Even though you can’t see their faces, you can see the bigger picture - the bond of friendship (and two little boys who at that moment, wanted to grow up and be bull riders).  I can’t tell you enough how much I love watching my son form these friendship bonds.

*Just in case you happen to not recognize them from my previous posts, it’s N and his friend.

Last night, my incredibly funny son, my mother and I were sitting around watching a movie and having 27 conversations at the same time. If you have a kid, you get this. At some point in the conversation, the focus was on his loose teeth and I mentioned how half of the teeth in his mouth are loose, but he won’t pull them or let me pull them. I said something similar to “that one in the front is barely hanging by a thread”…. which set the wheels in motion for one of his funnier comments….

N began, rather dramatically, to describe WHY he could not pull that particular tooth. We tried to let him explain himself without laughing, but it gets difficult because he gets SO wrapped up in the story he is trying to tell. Before it all fell apart (read: we died laughing), his story went something like this:

“Look, I just can’t pull this tooth because it’s attached. It’s not just attached where you can see it, it’s way down in there, like a string, and it is NOT ready to come out yet. You just can’t see it..”

{increased frustration because we don’t understand what he is saying}

“Okay, listen. You can’t see how it’s still attached to my body like this… BUT, if you could turn me inside out, then you could see…”

I don’t know what he said after that, because once he said the words “inside out” my mother and I looked at each other and went into fits of convulsive laughter. I’m happy to report that N wasn’t as offended as he usually is when you laugh at him, he ended up getting a good laugh out of it too.

Inside out, though? Seriously? Where does he come up with this stuff!

{just because I love pictures of when he was a baby - that melon head and those ears melt my heart}