Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy . . . .

Don't worry, I rated this post:

E for everyone. No need to run the little ones out of the room before you devour this post because its not what you think.

nope.

Its about how my extremely adorable Kaydee lost another one of her extremely adorable teeth. It had been loose for days, no more like weeks but she refused to pull it out. You see, she had this incredible idea that if she waited to lose her tooth until Christmas Eve, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus would come to our house the same night and they might even run into each other and then she would be the reason why the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus would finally meet!

Quite an amazing plan if you ask me, there's just one huge problem with it-- she has me for a mother. Me, a.k.a. the overly paranoid mother that kept a way too close eye on the ever loosening tooth and was sure if it stayed in her droll little mouth one more night she would swallow it whole.

Needless to say, Kaydee lost her tooth tonight. It wasn't all that bad. The other two girls and I cheered Kaydee on for a good two hours past normal bedtime to get the duty done. The new plan? We put the tooth in a bag with a request for the Tooth Fairy:

"Dear Tooth Fairy, Please don't come to take my tooth until December 24th.
Thank you, Kaydee"

We wrote 'Dec. 24th' instead of Christmas Eve in the request on purpose in hopes that the Tooth Fairy won't remember that they are one in the same dates, that way she will be totally surprised to see Santa when she comes. Cross your fingers. I hope our plan works.



Stay tuned ....

Todays blog post was brought to you by the letter . . . .

I don't know what started Natalie's fascination with the letter W, but she is obsessed with it. She is constantly climbing onto my lap while I am at my computer just to reach over and tap on the "W" key. She finds it in books or on bill boards, product labels, in stores, etc. etc.

I just don't get it.

W is not even in her name.

Maybe that just it. Maybe "W" is just so intriguing to her because of its anonymity. Maybe she will use it as her pen name when she becomes a famous author or her signature when she is in her artistic stage. Better yet, maybe, just maybe it will be worn on her super hero cape--in various shades of yellow of course-- and "W" will be the only way people won't assume it is actually my Natalie...because its not even part of her name. And so when she saves all those people in need, she will be able to do it with out revealing her true identity.

ya, that has got to be it.

I guess I had an infatuation with the letters 'g' and 'y' once. It was when I was learning cursive. but that was just for a couple of months and for obvious reasons. I turned out normal, right?

I love my man. . . .

Greg just told me that I'm pretty.
and That just made my night.

g'night.

Good news . . .

Just for the record...

I absolutely love it when teachers take time out of their extremely busy schedules to let parents know of the positive things that their kids are doing.Today I was one of those lucky parents.
Today Nicole's teacher stopped what he was doing just to tell me how amazing my daughter has been doing lately and what a good kid she is.

Way to go Nicole!

its not practical but its sure cute . . .

This is Natalie's dream car and I bet you can't guess why. I don't think it has much to do with it's adorable curved shape or the big round headlights. Although it might.
I think it has everything to do with the bright shade of SUNSHINE it comes in.

Natalie spotted this lil' beauty in a parking lot today and she was positive that we no longer needed our yucky pearly blue van anymore. The dual tvs, sun shades, or swivel and go seats weren't even competition when she compared it with beeing seen in something like as cool as the VW bug.

When I broke the news to her that sadly, we were not going to get that car, she responded with:

"But Mom, it's my favorite color."

Please help me be strong when she's 16.

and she plays soccer too . . .

I'm playing soccer.
I know.... I totally agree.... I think there must be something majorly wrong with me to start up a new sport at my age.

After playing my first two games I have been reminded or totally convinced of a couple of things:

• I am not as young as I think I am
• I can talk myself out of throwing up
• I bruise way too easily
• Competitiveness is my nature. I enjoy slamming into the other team WAY too much and I am willing to sacrifice my body or breath in order to block that ball.
  
• I need both of my eyes to work harmoniously to play soccer.
• It's embarrassing when you kick the air and not the ball.
  

Oh Katy!

This post is for my good friend Katy O.

I just wanted to say that I am Oh so grateful for the gift that you and Ellie gave Natalie last year. Even though I get to hear the dang thing go off every three seconds, I will NEVER tire of hearing it's joyful tune. Argh!

Thank you.