It all started on EB's birthday--(Seven!!! Where in the heck did the time go!?)--when Jack Frost decided to pay us a big, big visit. I had not seen a snow storm like this since I lived in the Northeast over seven years ago. Although our plan of celebrating EB's birthday at the movies and restaurant was completely shot, there was no disappointment on her part -- the kids had a blast playing in the snow.
Four days later, the temperature continued to hover in the mid-20s, with no sign of reprieve. We were all feeling a bit edgy--EB's school had been closed for days, BBoy's daycare was opened on a very limited basis, and K and I took turns working from home. At one point EB's sauciness got the best of her, and there were lots of talking back and tears. In order to redeem herself, she wrote a letter to Santa.
"Sorry Santa for being disrespectful to my parents. I should have been more nice to them." |
The next day,
Written by Santa's copywriter -- K |
That very same night, she lost her second baby tooth, which meant a visit from the Tooth Fairy while Mr. Sandman sprinkled his sleepy dust.
The only Guardian that was missing from her week was the Easter Bunny. But Easter Bunny will have to wait for a few months.
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