olympic church and the tooth fairy

toddler wrestlin' through christmas eve church should be an olympic sport.

really.

just ask the nice folks behind us this evening.

if wyatt weren't so darn cute and snuggly i might have pulled his hair and made him cry.

i think i broke a bra strap. and broke a sweat. in church.

it wasn't that he was naughty. he's just 4 and it's christmas and he loves the caroles and singing loud and he's pretty darn sure that because he stopped sticking out his tongue at riley around november 29 he's a shoo-in for the big santa spiderman haul.

you think i 'm kidding about the sweating thing.

not.

on the lap. on the floor. head in lap with feet draped over my ears.

hands in pants. hands caught in pants. frantic ripping and tearing to remove hands from pants causes major snuggy during "silent night".

fake napping complete with snoring.

"did baby Jesus poop?" questions.

yep, he's 4. and guess what else 4 year olds do?

they also lose teeth. on christmas eve.

so, tonight, we're breathlessly awaiting the SANTA CLAUS VERSUS THE TOOTH FAIRY WWF SMACKDOWN

'cause, really, i don't know what kind of mayhem will ensue when/if santa and the tooth fairy bump in to each other in my kitchen tonight.

i hear towels popping and tutus ripping.

santa, of course, has the reindeers to tag in in case the fighting gets dirty. i hear rudolph packs a mean left hoof. to the best of my knowledge the tooth fairy is a bit of a loner.

so, i'd love to sit here and chat all evening but i've got other stuff to do ... like fix my bra.

merry Christmas.