A Few Good Weekends

 First there was Mother's Day weekend.  I enjoyed sleeping in and catching up on some of our picture organizing (although there is still much more organizing to do).

The following weekend we celebrated Matt's 40th birthday.  Unfortunately the weather did not cooperate, so he didn't get his round of golf in, but he still seemed to enjoy his party.

Then there was this past weekend, which was almost perfect.  Mother Nature finally took pity on us and blessed us with picture-perfect weather. We enjoyed the zoo, the ice cream stand, skipping stones in a creek, exploring deer tracks, a BBQ cook-off festival (which included face painting), staying up a little too late and sleeping in (but not long enough in my opinion).  The only little hiccup in the weekend was when Miranda started not feeling well.  Not sure what exactly was (is) up, but you know when she doesn't want to play in a bounce house or eat ice cream, something is definitely wrong.  Hopefully, it will turn out to be nothing but I have to admit I held my breath every time my phone rang today thinking it would be her school asking me to come pick her up.

Toothless

And over night Matilda gained enough courage to have her other front top tooth pulled, so the tooth fairy will be visiting again tonight!

A Wizard, Ponies and a Lost Tooth

 The past three days have been filled with excitement.  On Sunday, we went to see the Wizard of Oz ballet.  It was Miranda's first ballet show and she did amazingly well.  I think I was more restless than she was (I missed the movie music, had the ballet been set to that I think I would have done better).  The girls not only loved the ballet, but also their souvenir masks of the main characters.  I have to admit, I am shocked by how entertained the girls are by the masks.

The next day brought the most amazing hoodie EVER!  I mean, check out the pictures, have you ever seen such a cool hoodie?  It even has wings!!!

And that brings us to tonight, when Matilda FINALLY let me pull her loose tooth. I have been trying for days to pull it, but as soon as I would put a finger in her mouth, she would scream that it hurt.  Therefore, I was very surprised to return home this evening to find her trying to pull the tooth (despite the blood).  So, after a few minutes of stalling and opening and quickly closing her mouth, I was finally able to pull the tooth.  The one right next it is ready to come out too, but Tilda wasn't quite up to this evening.  The best part of the whole thing was when Miranda told Tilda she was talking funny because she was missing her tooth!