This morning, Gabe slept a little later than usual, so I got to wake him for a change. I put my hand on his back, and, without opening his eyes, he said, “…woke me from the bestest dream ever. There was an army of evil alien robots, and they were destroying the Earth, and they did whatever I told them.” 
He’s in a huge villainy stage right now, especially since I made the offhand comment to him that his super-villian goggles reminded me of Dr. Horrible. Now he runs around singing about Bad Horse and how “the sun is shining ’cause you’re gonna die!” (Mind you, he’s only seen a censored-by-tickle-and-kiss-attacks version of the show), in addition to his usual efforts to construct freeze guns and killer robots out of blocks and Scotch tape. Some kids play Superman, but not my baby. 
Sam has a dangly tooth that refuses to let go; he spends a lot of time with his fingers in his mouth, wiggling away at it. Last night, it looked like a stiff breeze would take it, and he asked me to help him get it out, but I had little more success than he did. I offered him a dried fig to bite, and he tried; he bit twice, the tooth went sideways, there was blood, and Sam freaked and threw in the towel. This morning, Eric offered to give it a try, but Sam panicked and decided to give it some more wiggling time instead. The tooth fairy is prepared and waiting!
Going out tonight with Sarah to a wine shop. Can’t tell you how much I need this, really.
Hi Carrie,
I found you through SP and keep up with your running posts, and I saw this today and thought of you and your bones (See the last line of Rule 1):
http://www.active.com/women/Articles/Top_10_Rules_of_Weight_Loss_for_Runners.htm
I’m sure you’re aware of this, but it seemed too coincidental not to mention!
Oh, yeah.
I became blatantly aware of the whole caloric thing on the other side of things, back when I was still quite large and had just begun working on eating better; I swung too far the other way, and wound up bonking hard on a bunch of runs. Now I make certain to fuel right! (I usually double-check SP’s suggested numbers against Nancy Clark’s, too, just to be on the safe side; she often advises a higher number.)
Popsicle for the loose tooth!
Fuller has a thing for the “bad guys” too. Damon even made him a Doc Ock costume. And Fuller watches Dr. Horrible with the same kind of censoring that Gabe does!