My baby is not really a baby anymore...sigh...

As we were eating pizza for dinner, my youngest jumped up from the table and ran screaming to the bathroom.

She was in complete hysterics from the other room. I had her come back and she had a mouth full of blood. (She hates bleeding of any kind more than anything in the world. She has a very real fear that her body is "leaking" and that she will die.) As she was showing me her mouth, she just reached in and yanked out the whole tooth. I didn't even know that it was loose! The crying continued because now her teeth were "broken."

Dinner was full of drama as she was finished eating and asked a million questions.

She wanted to know if I still thought that she was beautiful.

Then she let me know that she has lost part of her "collection" of teeth. She has names for every. single. one. of. them. The one that she just lost is Jade.

The tooth fairy will be making a visit tonight!

Gettin' Old

Landry has been looking forward to her birthday since Christmas was over.

As her birthday is the last day of August, it has been 8 months...

For 8 months she has been talking about the toys that she is going to get, the cake that she will have, the cute and sparkly party that is going to happen...

Cut to this morning.

I was brushing her hair and she was crying (nothing new). 

"Landry, you are almost 6! You can't cry when you are almost 6!"

This just made her cry harder.

"I don't want to be 6!"

I asked her, "You don't want to have a birthday?!"

"Yes, I want to have a birthday! I just don't want to be 6!"

"Well, why don't you want to be 6?"

"Because it's just so old..." she moaned.