Miss Boo came running up from the bathroom out of breath and slightly panicked.
"I DON'T LOOK LIKE MYSELF TODAY"!
I had to giggle. She spends so little time looking at herself that when she has a few moments, she can really see the changes she has been going through.
She was worried no one would recognize her at church today. I assured her that the changes just made her more pretty. Just a big girl version of "little Miss Boo".
Mr. Finn just corrected me. He says for someone that spends so much time preening in front of a mirror, he is surprised that she didn't notice the changes. I reminded him that she spends a lot of time admiring her outfits and maybe she doesn't dwell on her face.
Either way, I think it is an adorable, beautiful face.
We have a "long" tradition of visiting Crowne Center when it begins to look a lot like Christmas everywhere we go! Our children delight in the many creations of wood that they climb in, on and over as we look on, shivering all the while. It truly is a magical place for them and really is for us as well.
Year after we join the throng of hopeful parents as they lead their children to the lap of that great fat...errrrr, I mean jolly, nice old man named Santa Claus. Only to be left with a photo of...well, the big man by himself.
Can I say anything else about this photo?
We would like to introduce you to Kellin! Miss Boo named him and refers to him often. Such as, "Kellin needs a little pick me up today"! And off she goes to move his arms around and rearrange his nose.
Did you ever see that movie called "Toothless" with Kirstie Alley? Seriously the best movie EVER! This woman dies and because she was kind of a putz in this life, she gets to be the Tooth Fairy. Can you imagine that? The Tooth Fairy! Awesome!
The theme song in this movie is by Huey Lewis and the News. Priceless. I highly recommend it for viewing pleasure.
As to the reason for this post....drum roll please....
....Miss Boo, yes my little girl, has lost her first...sob...tooth.
And I use the word LOST in the very sense of it being lost...from her mouth...and apparently from us, the tooth fairy and, well, you get it.
She came up to me sobbing her little heart out that she didn't have a tooth to put under her pillow. How was she ever going to get some money for the sheer effort of losing one of her precious baby teeth, which by the way, I have spent years telling her that if she didn't brush her teeth, they were going to fall out.
Oh, the therapy bills we are going to have some day for that little white lie.
I am sad that I will not be able to sing to her at Christmas time, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" because fortunately/unfortunately I have an over achiever in the teeth growing department and her permanent tooth is already grown in.
Oh well, maybe the next tooth. OH WAIT! It is already coming out and the permanent tooth is right behind it almost full grown.