Toothy fairy get's caught unawares

 Evelynn came running out of school yesterday telling me all about this apple she had been eating and how it made her tooth wiggly and how it was going to come out now etc etc. I was driving her home, so I didn't really confirm the fact right then, and I was also thinking, a loose tooth? No way. She's way to young for that! Well, upon stopping the car I checked said tooth, low and behold, it was honestly wiggly! But it was just at the beginning stages, and if she was anything like me, it would be a few days of wiggling before it got loose enough to pull out, or it would just fall out on it's own. I thought loose teeth were gross as a kids (cool, but gross, and I NEVER fell for the "Let's pull your tooth out!" tricks. Yuck yuck yuck.) Apparently as an adult, they are still gross, maybe even grosser. But Evelynn apparently is not like I was as a child. She is like my brother Jesse, who when he had even an INKLING of a loose tooth, real or imagined, he would stand at the bathroom mirror until it was out. I remember one night he pulled out three teeth, only one of which has been loose that morning. Evelynn worked on that tooth all evening, to the point of her not responding to questions, or answering a question with a remark about the progress of her tooth. Example:

Evelynn, did you clean your room?
I think my tooth is almost out! I'm going to look in the mirror.

Evelynn, will you be reverent for prayers?
Dad, will you pull my tooth out now?
Evelynn, it's time for prayers.
Oh, well after prayers?

By the time she was in bed, I was sure the tooth could last until tomorrow so the tooth fairy would have time to get some funds from the store, since I (ahem) she never has change laying around when she needs it. Well, about 20 minutes after Evelynn had been put to bed, she came down stairs with a bloody mouth and her once merely wiggly tooth turned sideways and asking daddy to please pull it out now. I had to cover my eyes, but he did pull it out. It clearly was not really ready, but you can't go to school, or back to bed for that matter, with a sideways tooth, so it had to come out. She was so happy, and slightly bloody, but mostly happy. So back to bed she went to proudly put her tooth under her pillow, and the tooth fairy found some change and borrowed some more and made a deposit that night. I guess she's truly a kid now. Some how losing a tooth aged my little girl over night. I'm a little sad about her losing her baby teeth, kind of like her loosing her last link to babyhood, one tooth at a time. ~sigh~

Michael is also growing by leaps and bounds, especially in the leaps and bounds department. He's mastering the trampoline, even if his sisters are on the trampoline with him. Saturday he decided his jammies were too foot confining, so he removed that part of them and then went outside, superman style. We got some funny shots of him jumping. He has also mastered the word NO. Before, he would only say "Uh uh," which was cute but a little vague. Well, now he says no, when he means no, when he means yes, when he's mad, happy, sad, or scared. In the video he does say no, but that's not why I took it. I took it because he put a tatoo on his tummy, and it was funny watching it suprise him by being there everytime he lifted up his shirt. Enjoy. :)