Monday, February 4, 2013


We hit another milestone a few weeks ago. I was in Rochester for the day with my mom checking out houses, and one charming little six year old lost his first tooth on Daddy's watch.

The tooth fairy brought him four quarters, a pack of gum, and a bag of "sweet fish" (Swedish fish, his favorite). A few days later, he proudly explained to the dentist exactly how big the bag of sweet fish really was, right before he hopped up in her chair to get a cavity filled. Cause that's just how we roll. 

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