Trevor has also been playing basketball again this year and has had a truly amazing season. I think basketball may have surpassed basebal as his favorite sport (at least until baseball starts in a few very short weeks). We bought a basketball goal for the driveway a year ago, and he spends pretty much every afternoon (rain or shine) outside shooting baskets. All the extra practice has definitely paid off. He was invited to join the 7-8 all star team, which is of course very exciting for him. They'll play other teams from the county in a tournament later this month. Did I mention that baseball starts in a few very short weeks??
The stomach flu has been working its way through our house over the last 10 days, first with Marisa, then Trevor, and then Steve. I've had somebody home with me pretty much everyday. At this point, the only thing infecting me is my own paranoia, as I admitted to Steve that I was feeling a little "wonky" in church yesterday. So far so good though (and yes, I am knocking on my wooden desk as I write this). So Trevor ended up staying home with me for two days last week which was kind of nice since we don't spend a lot of time together, just the two of us. I was a little heartbroken when, on day two, I offered to make him peanut butter and jelly for lunch and he looked at me very seriosuly and informed me that he doesn't like that anymore. This coming from the child who could have lived on PB&J alone for the past seven or so years. It was the look on his face that really made me feel bad, that look that basically said "Duh?" as if how could I not have known that?!?
Finally, I wanted to talk about Trevor because I did something really, really bad to him this week, and I still feel horrible about it. Even worse than when I didn't notice that he had chipped his front tooth on the playground at school in first grade. Trevor's had this loose molar for probably two months now. Honestly, I don't know how it's lasted this long. On Satruday, he had been playing outside in the snow most of the day and called from his friend's house down the street to tell me where he was and that his tooth had fallen out. You have to understand that losing this tooth was a pretty big deal for him because it's been a long time since he's lost a tooth. He lost most of his teeth early - the first was when he was four and he pulled it out in the outfield during a tee ball game. So of course he was excited to put his tooth under his pillow Saturday night. I woke up Sunday morning, saw the sunlight coming through the window and immediately remembered that I hadn't removed his tooth from under his pillow the night before. But I was stuck because I knew that he was most likely already awake and, if he wasn't, I would certainly wake him up if I tried to remove it at that point. Of course, when I came downstairs he immediately informed me that his tooth was still there and there was no money under his pillow. "Maybe the tooth fairy go backed up last night," I offered. He nodded his head and looked at me in such a way that I knew that he knew that I was the one who had screwed up. He couldn't vocalize that, of course, because that would be admitting that he doesn't believe in the tooth fairy. I don't think he's quite ready for that yet (nor is ready to admit there's no Santa Claus, although I'm pretty sure he's on to us). I made sure I did not forgot Sunday night, and I think the tooth fairy may have left something extra under his pillow!
