First Tooth for the Tooth Fairy

A couple of weeks ago E went to the dentist, and came home with the announcement that she had two loose teeth. I couldn't believe it, I thought she wouldn't have any teeth fall out until first grade. Well, she has been wiggling those teeth and today one popped out. It's so funny to see her little smile with a gap-- my baby girl is growing up!!



It will be interesting how long it takes for her to figure out who the Tooth Fairy is. We recently had a conversation that went like this.
"Mommy, I think that the tooth fairy is a person"
"You do?"
"Yes, because fairies aren't real"
"Yes, you're right, fairies are imaginary."
"I think a person comes into the house through the window because all the doors are locked, and takes the tooth."
"Well, I can tell you that isn't how it happens."
"Then how does it happen? Do you know?"
"Yes, but I am going to let you figure it out."
"But I want you to tell me now!"
"I promise I will tell you if you don't figure it out after you lose a few of your teeth."

And she seemed satisfied with that, for now.

Preschool Graduation

E graduated from preschool a couple of weeks ago. Here are some pictures from the event.



E's graduation


E and Miss Kate
And here are two pictures from either end of the year:


First Day of School


Last Day of School

And of course N needed to have his picture taken after he saw me take E's.

once upon a time

... there was a little girl. She had long beautiful hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her mother would love to fix it in pigtails, pony tails, with barettes and bows. But as the hair grew, so would the morning trauma of brushing. They had a whole routine that involved spray bottles of water, tangle spray, brushes and combs. The little girl would cry out in pain as the comb would catch on tangles. So one day she made the decision that she wanted short hair. The mother was reluctant to cut the hair, but finally agreed. The two went off on a journey to the nearest hair salon. As they waited, the little girl sat in her mother's lap. The mother saw how much her child had grown, her long legs folded up so that she could "fit". She realized that it was time to give the girl a little freedom, to let her take part in some decision making. And so the mother released her grip, and let the girl grow up, just a little.