The Tooth Berry

Crazy doesn't even begin to describe how things are for us right now.  Our summer has been filled with all kinds of peaks and valleys - which is sincerely hope to update you all on soon.

That said, the Tooth "Berry" has been to our house. 

Twice. In two weeks.

Yes, although Emma just turned five a couple of weeks ago, she already has had loose teeth.  She got baby teeth very early, so our path to "big girl" teeth is on the same speedy track.

She was one happy camper when the tooth fairy left her sugary loot.

*As a parenting sidebar, last night's waiting for the tooth fairy was a disaster.  Emma was up until nearly midnight impatiently waiting for the tooth fairy's arrival.  She cried for almost two hours (yes, I'm serious) because she just couldn't go to sleep.  It wasn't enough that the tooth fairy was going to visit, she wanted to *see* the tooth fairy.  We tried to explain to her every rational thought in the entire world about why and how the tooth fairy works, but it didn't fly.

So, bleary-eyed and patience-pushed, we through in the towel around 11:30pm and strategically pushed a lollipop and bag of neon sour worms (per request) under her pillow, praying that it would work.  It did. 

We told her to look under her pillow and with a mighty big grin she said, "Ah, thanks, Tooth Berry."  And before the clock struck midnight, we were all asleep.  Finally.