Sunday morning at our house. Babies and big kids on Leo's bed. Who needs a trampoline?
Ellie's been talking about how one of her teeth was "kind of wibbly." (That's wobbly for those of you who don't speak kindergartener.)
Sure enough, Friday night when I got home from work, came the news: Ellie's lost her first tooth!
"Do I look kind of cool when I smile now?" She asked me, ready to pose.
Uh, I think we all know the answer to that question. Does she even have to ask? Beyond cool, my dear.
By the way, wibbly? I thought Ellie might be out of that phase of saying words not quite right, rendering them instantly adorable, but apparently not (I think prime time for this is around age 3 1/2 to four). Just last week I overheard her and Leo discussing owls and how they can see at night:
"Of course they can!" huffed Ellie. "They're octurnal!"
The frigid temperatures blessedly eeked above freezing this weekend. We had a little snow on Friday night, not enough to do much, but enough to puzzle and amuse the babies a bit.
And of course, make snow angels. Ellie can never resist.
Harry appreciated the snow. But once he discovered the muddy water filled-bird bath? Forget it. No competition. The little man knows what's good.
2 comments:
Love the priceless pics of the 4 in bed horsing around. Those are the most presh moments.
looks like a fun weekend! and how exciting to lose a first tooth!:) i remember being sooo excited for the tooth fairy to come when i was little. how much does the tooth fairy leave these days?! :)
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