Last Day

Trying to be sad about the last day of Kindergarten...

 But no hiding it once she got off the bus.

 Last day of 3 year old preschool, but he really has no idea. 

And he thinks he starts 4 year old preschool on June 22.

French Braid Fury

My parents were in town for a few different weekends this spring to help us Kurt with the basement project.  One of the weekends lined up with a mother-daughter event at church, so the ladies of the house got all fancied up and skipped happily off for a wonderful afternoon together.

Almost.

Except that, I tried out a new "do" for Myka's hair (which looked fabulous, by the way) that she ended up HATING.  And I don't mean that lightly.  We have been growing out her bangs since Christmas, so I have been having fun finding ways to keep them out of her eyes for school, including learning how to french braid.  So I made two french braids go around her head and meet in the back like she had on a little crown.  The hair above the braids was all included in the frenchness, the hair below hung down around her.

I'm not sure she had even seen how it looked before declaring it to be awful.  Apparently she was not used to all the pulling at the top of her head.  And it itched.  And it was too tight.  I did what I could to loosen it up and told her it's painful to be pretty.  She wasn't amused.  We tried to get some pictures before we left and this is how it started.

 Then we got her to at least look at the camera.

 And about 3 minutes later got a smile.

It did turn out to be a great time, once she figured out the braids weren't going anywhere and people started complimenting her on them.  It must be a pretty tough life when the thing that makes you feel like you, "wanna DIE" is that your hair is itchy.

Follow the signs

Things are changing around here as we reach the end of Kindergarten. 

 Mostly, said Kindergartner's smile. 

She has managed to lose 5 teeth over the course of the last year.  The first three were no problem, during the day and pretty much falling out on their own.

Number 4 happened at the lunch table while my parents were in town.  She bit into her sandwich and the tooth flipped around and startled her, but didn't fall out.  We told her she should pull it or she probably wouldn't be able to eat anything else.  At the same second she put her fingers on the tooth and got ready to pull, I (wisely) pointed out that Grandma and Grandpa would be sleeping in her room that night and the Tooth Fairy would probably leave them the money.

She yanked it out.

Then started sobbing.

I took her to the restroom to rinse out her mouth, not sure if she was crying because it hurt, or she was scared, or surprised.  When I asked her if she was OK, she said through sobs, "The Tooth Fairy won't be able to find me!"

Way to go, mom.

So we headed back to the table and all talked about what could be done to make sure the money was delivered to its rightful owner.   The adults all had their own clever ideas, but Myka took matters into her own hands.  As we went up to bed that night, Grandma and Grandpa found a sign taped to their door

which said:

 And on the master bedroom, where Myka was camped out on the floor for the night, we found this:

 Much to Grandma and Grandpa's disappointment I'm sure, the Tooth Fairy found the correct pillow.