Please pass me a stiff drink - Rubiy

So, every trite cliche about having children is true.  As a matter of fact they are SO true as to be humbling.  I really was just in labor with my firstborn.  I was just cradling her as a newborn.  I just watched her take her first steps.

Well, apparently the passage of time has a wicked sense of humor and, on Thursday my baby starts FIRST GRADE!  And, as if that weren't enough, she has TWO loose teeth.  One of which will probably fall out in the next couple of days and the other one won't be far behind.  The adult teeth have already pushed up through the gums behind them.

I'm not sure I can handle this.  So, obviously, I channeled my angst into shopping (I bought tooth tins in which to keep her baby teeth - it's not weird Sara and Erin, everyone does this,) and I made her a pillow to hold her teeth for the tooth fairy.

We're moving on Friday (the day after she starts FIRST GRADE!!) and she's very worried that the Tooth Fairy - with whom we've made a deal, she will leave cash AND the tooth, because my daughter was appalled that the Tooth Fairy would just take it - won't be able to find our new house.  We asked her if she thought Santa would be able to find our new house, which of course doubled her stress level. Sigh....

So, I told her that I'd tell the mailman to let BOTH the Tooth Fairy AND Santa know that we'd moved, and ask him to show them where out new house is.  Which, of course, was the most logical solution to the problem.

I'm not sure how much more time I can spend averting not only my own, but a six year old's existential crises.  Now for that drink...

p.s. Yep, still a terrible photographer.  It's a wool felt pillow with a pocket for a mouth, metal buttons for eyes, and missing a tooth of it's own.  Oh, and it's hot fuschia with an electric purple back.  It's kinda awesome.