Yes, THAT TOOTH is loose in my Beebs' head! This week she has been Nanny McPhee, what with the tooth and all...
Don't you love the mole!?!?!?!
The pirate look comes in because this afternoon as she was sprinting home from the neighbors house, she fell on a stick that poked her in the eye. The cold washrag (always a cure-all) HAD to be tied to her eye with a rubberband! Her always resourceful Mommy (patting self on back) of course found a nice elastic headband that works great for that pirate patch (not so much for the hair, but great for the pirate look)...
A pirate in the making!
You know, if that tooth is still hanging on in about 5 weeks, she could really be Nanny McPhee for Halloween!
This morning as Beebs was eating her boiled egg, minus the yolk of course, she asked me the sweetest question.
"Mommy, is the yolk where the baby chick was?"
"Yes, it is Beebs," only half paying attention...until she asked...
"Well, how do they get the egg back in the shell after the baby chick comes out?"
I couldn't bear and wouldn't dare to tell her that she was eating the baby chick. It would freak her out for life and she would never eat eggs again, which is the only thing she knows how to cook and someday she's going to have to take care of me!
Yeah, I ate a bite of the Froot Loops, but they looked so yummy. I have been walking REEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLLYYYYYY early in the morning with my neighbor, and I am TIRED! Why in the world is this wearing me out so? Anyway, Annie and I came home this afternoon and had about an hour and a half before we had to get the Beebs from dance. So I decided we should lay on the bed and watch Animal Plant (I would have rather watched Friends, 19 Kids and Counting or HGTV, but I needed her to want to stay inside!). We watched "My Dog Ate What?". Crazy show, weird stuff that they ate. Anyway, I promptly dozed off. Ahhhhhh. She was very still. Ahhhhhh. She woke me up 10 minutes before we needed to leave to pick up the Beebs with a HUGE bowl of cereal.
"You can't eat that in my bed," I told her. "Let me carry it to the kitchen for you."
She handed it over and we headed to the kitchen. This is where the bite came in. Dang Froot Loops are good! They remind me of breakfast at my Granny's. She would get up at 4 a.m. to make a huge breakfast, but she always gave us Froot Loops too, and a Coke. She ROCKED!! (More later on my precious Granny, but as a preview, think of the best Granny EVER! That was her!)
Anyway, she saw me eating her precious snack and blessed me out! Yeah, she's 4...
"Mommy, why did you take a bite? Now I have to add 4 more Froot Loops to my bowl to make up for the one's you ate!"
"Fine," I told her as I was pouring my own bowl of the most delicious kid's cereal in the world.
"You know Mommy, Jesus told us not to eat each other's food!"
As I always say, only from the moufs of my precious angel babes!
"No, Annie, Jesus told us to share."
I swear, this kid uses Jesus way too much to get her way. I am proud of all the Bible verses she's learning in her Pre-K class this year though. You wouldn't believe what a little sponge mind can remember.
Sweet Summer Rose, my dearest, most precious, angel self! I do love Summer!!! Apparently so does the Beebs. We went to the neighborhood pool for the LAST time today and stayed 'til the bitter end of the last Courtesy Break of the entire Summer. Ahhhhh, waaaaaaaahhhhhh, boo hoo! As we were leaving, the Beebs took the time to say goodbye to each pool chair, the diving board, the shallow end, the well, the deep end, the bathrooms and, of course, the HUGELY loved snack and drink machines. I, Summer (self) Rose, had tear-filled eyes as we pulled away. Daddy wondered why I sat in the back seat on the way home. It was because I didn't want him to see my cry:(.
Y'all, school is in full swing, dance too and Wednesday night church starts this week, but I can't quite grasp the fact that football is also in full swing and the pool is closed until May!
All I can say is, say a prayer for Summer Rose, cause she turns 40 in a month. Do ya think that helps the fact that summer is over? Huh, do ya? NO! My last summer as a GIRL (in my mind) is over! 40 isn't old though, is it?
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