- Ted & Debbie (Photographers)
The pull down shades eclipses the morning light creating a penumbra around their edges. We’ve had the luxury of sleeping in for a second day in a row. Ollie and Simon are having sleep overs at friends houses. Next to me, Debbie- The Tooth Fairy, Birthday Fairy, The Switch Witch who has been battling a cold is taking full advantage of Daylight Savings Time and stays in slumberland.
It’s been a crazy ass week finishing a job in The Keys battling the beginnings of Sandy. Scrimming off high winds and rain while the storm picked up steam and strength and headed up north to wreak havoc.
Back home it’s been a blur. Getting to see Sam for a day, Theo’s 12th birthday, 2 lost teeth, Halloween, The Giants Sweeping The Tigers in the World Series, culminating in the unlikely alliance of Chris Christie and Barack Obama in what has got to be the strangest crossover since Archie Andrews and The Punisher teaming up a few years ago. Defining the new surrealism for me in what has become a campaign of name calling and lies. With temperatures dropping back east and millions of people without water and power, If I were President Obama I’d hand the ball to Bill Clinton and Joe Biden and get my ass to the disaster area to the disaster area and pitch in.
Yesterday was Simon’s last day of Hedgerow, his preschool. What made this day strange and sad for Debbie and I is the fact that we’ve always had another boy waiting in the wings to start Hedgerow in the fall. Fact is, we are all out of kids. We feel blessed that Miss Beth who started Hedgerow has been the 1st teacher all 5 of our boys have had. It’s a magical loving place for a magical age. I guess that is what the sad part is. As much as we love our kids and try to make their lives filled with magic like reading stories to them before bed, making sure the tooth fairy remembers to come and taking them surfing, we both know we can’t move the clock backwards. Our magic is transforming itself into getting them to tennis practice, taking them to their 1st Hitchcock film at the Aero theatre and buying Fiske’s Guide to College for them. Yesterday, we asked Simon if he was sad that this was his last day of Hedgerow and that he would be starting kindergarten in the fall at a new school. He looked at us like he just didn’t understand why this was supposed to be sad. I guess he’s right. It’s our sadness not his. At pick up at 2:00 I crept into Hedgerow. Usually the shades are drawn and the “nappers” (Simon included) are waking up slowly yawning and picking their noses. Today, nobody was napping. They were either in the pool or running around the garden. Simon gave his friend Zane a big hug and said, “Let’s go!”
Ollie lost a tooth while Â snorkeling on the reef the other day and was able to bring the tooth back unscathed to place under his pillow that night.Â It’s really cool that the tooth fairy goes on vacation with us. Debbie always finds room for her in her luggage and she (the fairy) doesn’t mind.
Ollie complained of a sore tooth the next day and we didn’t think anything of it. The following day Ollie was achy, tired and Â said his tooth was so sore that he couldn’t use a snorkel. We looked in his mouth and noticed Â a pretty bad abscess on his gum. We called his dentist on the mainland and he said to get it seen to right away. Debbie talked to the neighbors who gave us a referral of a dentist in Kilauea.
Long story short, there’s a cavity so bad it needs what in a grown up would be a root canal. Good news is that this dentist is much cheaper than ours back home. Ollie tuffs the entire procedure out like Steve McQueen in “The Great Escape.”
We pick up a prescription for antibiotics and head back to Haena just in time to take one last dip in the ocean.
After many weeks of wiggling, Oliver Moss Catanzaro has lost his first tooth! The first grade peer pressure was extremely tough. Eddie apparently has lost 18 teeth and Charlie Ahearn lost 10 teeth while slipping in the bathtub. Neither of these stories have been substantiated.
The tooth came out Sunday evening before bed when Ollie threw a heavy buckwheat meditation pillow in the air and he caught it with his face. The power of meditation is obviously strong. The tooth fairy is summoned and Daddy has to get busy making a new tooth fairy mobile. Not to be outdone, Simon claims that one of his teeth are loose too. Here’s a little glimpse of what the tooth fairy penned for Oliie.
Kids lose teeth. But wait, they grow back. Some of them at least. So far all our kids teeth have been lost without the help of pavements, baseball bats or skateboards. I found this interesting link to the traditions of losing teeth- it’s loaded with witches, magic and superstitions- When a Catanzaro boy loses a tooth he naturally puts it under his pillow along with is birthday fairy book. In the morning, he wakes up to a little poem penned by the birthday fairy along with a little trinket like a crystal or wooden figure. These trinkets will be put onto a homemade wooden mobile which hangs above their bed. So far 3 of our kids have lost teeth. I made Theo’s mobile this week out of his old Longaberger lunch basket lid which was beyond repair. They take a beating going to school everyday. It’s nice that I can recycle part of the basket.
I put a 1″ long notch in the middle of each cloud. This is where they connect to each other and form the apex for the mobile. Then it’s sand, sand, and sand. First with 80 grit, then with 150 grit, and finally with 220 grit.
Now it’s time to drill 2 holes on the bottom cloud. These I thread with clear fishing line or nicely colored thread. This will enable the mobile to hang at its apex. I then drill holes at random where the fairy trinkets will hang. I usually start with about 10 or 12. You can drill more later if needed. Clean out drill holes with horsetail plant. I learned about natural sandpaper from Yo Takimoto who teaches Japanese wood carving @ Tortoise in Venice. With my index finger and thumb I lastly apply a finish of beeswax and mineral oil, let it absorb into wood and buff out with a clean soft cloth. Repeat this step a minimum of three times.