Put it under your pillow and sleep on it.

Weston lost a tooth when Donovan kicked him in the mouth accidentally while they were playing in the little pool.  Dave says Westi was mad and crying at first, but then  quite excited when he learned he'd lost a tooth.  It was his first to come out.

As I tucked him in later that night he rolled over in his sleep saying, "Tooth fairy."  Oh, yes, I remembered, we must take away the tooth from under the pillow and leave some coins.

Sure enough the next morning I awoke to the sound of two coins rubbing together beside my ears.  Weston had found his prize first thing.  -'Course Donovan said, "We know there really isn't a tooth fairy, Mom and Dad, we just like pretending with you."  Clever kid.

Last night however, my boys slept in a tent outside by themselves for the first time.  I didn't think they'd really do it, but I was the one who had a rougher time of it.  I was so concerned with imaginary fears.  They were so cute in there nestled like too little bugs, eyes all aglow gazing through the scrim top to the fading sunlit sky.  How magical. 

Well, Weston didn't quite make it.  Around 3:30 we hear this howling from outside and he had a runny nose and was quite chilled.   When we went to get Weston the sky was incredible.  It's been awhile with these long summer days to be out late enough to see the black sky with stunning stars.  The milky way was so distinct and awe inspiring.  We wrapped him up like a papoose and carried him in to his bed.   He was asleep before we could turn off the light.

I wanted to bring Donovan in too, partly so he wouldn't be disappointed to wake and find himself alone, and partly so I could sleep better knowing they were both safe and warm inside.  Dave tried to talk to him, but there was no rousing him without great upset, so we left him and I guess he managed OK.  I suppose if he can sleep through Weston yelling to us, he can sleep through trucks driving by on the freeway.

I finally got some rest, but it was nearly 10am before I really got up and going.

Strange.

I feel a bit out of place.

I wish I could stay up late and not be tired the next morning.  We had some company the other night and I feel like we still haven't caught up with the extra dishes.

I need to sign off now and work on my play, I know, but part of me can't help wanting to put my brokenness under my pillow and hope for some treat in exchange.