Thank you, Wolf.

Honestly, I've been pretty whiny lately. At least, in my heart. It occasionally erupts on the surface after a morning like this one...waking up at 5 a.m. Realizing it's really 4 a.m. due to Daylight Savings time! Reveling in my opportunity to be productive while simultaneously dreading the idea of doing any school work. Setting up cultures for my microbiology class, pulling out the heat lamp and and pondering questions like "What to do about the ash in my agar slant tube?" Turning on the internet, in hopes of getting an answer to aforementioned question. Finding out that McCain was on SNL. Checking out the Twitter feed to find out what the various Twitter users were thinking about him. Getting diverted by an email from my dad with a link to pictures. Uploading pictures onto Facebook. Opening my chemistry lab book and getting started with my assignment for this Wednesday, just in time for...

"Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Bethany awake, mommy peering at the ceiling, not only because she has perfected the art of eye-rolling (which is a lame skill to have) but because she might fall back asleep. Baby fussing long enough to convince me she's serious, mommy going upstairs, nursing baby in hopes of baby falling back asleep (as it is only 6 a.m.), conveniently ignoring that it feels like 7 due to daylight savings time, which is a perfectly natural time for baby waking up, baby staying awake, mommy groaning inside that she has squandered the wee morning and now has cute happy (happier than mommy) baby on lap.

Exhale. Chemistry still unfinished, Microbiology-test-from-the-pit-of-hell coming up and I have NO excuse (except for SNL and Facebook) to be complaining about a lack of time.

Fast forward past mom's mini-tantrum in semi-private to the point where (moving out of 3rd person) I am hanging out with Alex, trying not to ask him for one of his incredibly effective and famous pep talks that always works, no matter what. I manage to squeak out one small statement about the insane waiting period to finally get to my clinical training, a "What am I going to be doing for the next 2 years ANYWAY?"

And who walks in? Wolfie!! He looks very worried. "MOM! I was eating a cucumber and my tooth started hurting!"

Being that it's post-Halloween week, I feel a quick tinge of guilt because of associated candy ingestion and the possible tooth connection, while simultaneously questioning the likelihood. But he quickly says the next thing, which is that his tooth seems loose now! "Wolfie!!" He has his first loose tooth!!

Oh. THAT'S what we'll be doing for the next couple years! Yes. Hanging out with our precious babes and doing life. He immediately called Noah and Nanny and then, within minutes, each of the twins were claiming that they have loose teeth too.

Talk about grounding. I appreciated this particular event happening at the exact moment it did, because I really needed a reason to get over myself. :)

Yay for Wolf!