Found the camera! . . . Lost the tooth . . . literally.

So we found the camera & here is how excited Sofia is: 

But . . . The night she lost her tooth she was so excited about finally losing her tooth & wanting to show it to Daddy the next morning that she took it out of the plastic bag and jumped around with it and it flew out of her hands & came to rest somewhere on this carpet:

I never realized that the carpet looks like a bunch of little teeth until I had to search (in vain) for a tooth on this carpet...

Sooooo...I'm not sure how to handle the tooth fairy.  How can she come if there's no tooth to exchange for money?  But how can the tooth fairy not come when a first tooth is lost?!  What do we put in place of the tooth?  I thought maybe a nice picture for the tooth fairy to find...Or a fake tooth made out of playdoh...We've got to figure something out because that tooth is L-O-S-T.

Guess What!?!?

Sofia lost her first tooth!  It was on the bottom!  And I can't find my camera!  Anywhere!  ACK!!!

She's very excited so I drew a picture of her, but it won't scan in!  The computer can't talk to the printer/scanner for some reason!  So...you'll just have to settle with the knowledge that the first tooth has been lost by our little girls!  Ava got her 6 year molars first, but Sofia lost a tooth first!

It's an exciting night here in our household.  I'm trying to get her to delay putting her tooth under her pillow for the tooth fairy b/c I really want to take a picture of it before the tooth fairy takes it!  I hope I find my camera before her permanent tooth grows in...She's got a cute smile :o)

Interlude

I know, I know...I said I'd continue with summer BUT . . . I haven't set aside enough time to get a summertime post together SO . . . Here is a picture of my girls with their favorite blankets in the whole wide world!  They started first grade with their new transformer & batman backpacks & lunch bags.  They love this stuff.  And I love them. 

And here's our new pet.  We keep him outside.  On the deck.  We actually never invited him to come live with us.  He invited himself.  And built his own house.  We avoid him at all costs.  The dude is SCARY.  He can stay with us as long as he likes.  I'm not kicking him out.  He might bite me.  Or wrap me up and eat me over a few days. The dude is BIG.