Leah lost one of her side teeth and was very excited for the tooth fairy to visit. Girlfriend has learned that she likes what money can buy. Over the past month or so, there's been a lot of money counting and considering what she can buy. She's spent her own money to buy jewelry, notebooks and books from the book order (I buy them one or two books each per order, typically--she has to pay for any more she wants). She loves to peruse the jewelry at Target while I check out. Her favorite store has become Justice--but thankfully is way more interested in the lip gloss and hair accessories as opposed to the gaudy, cheaply made, overpriced clothes. She knows that the only way to get me into the store is to bring along her own money. She's just like her me when I was young--always reminding me that I somehow owe her money and reminding me of some months ago event of when I promised her a quarter or a dollar. While I typically remember these stories, I'm usually pretty sure I paid the debt however many months ago. Leah will insist that I didn't and I still owe her money. I'm ready to turn into Grandma L and make her write out IOU's any time money is involved. Though she has loved to spend recently, she still insists that she is a saver, and Juliet is the spender.
Out of nowhere, Juliet lost a tooth. To the best of any of our knowledge, it was never loose. It just fell out one day when she was munching on some soup crackers with Daddy. There was a mad rush to get a tooth box for the tooth, but Juliet was happy to wait for the tooth fairy. 5 days later she got the box, and the tooth fairy visited. She left a fairy door, just like she did for Leah, and also $5.25. Like her sister, Juliet was ready to spend the money immediately. The new tooth is already poking out, and the dentist says 3 more are loose.
Tilly continues to complete our cat family. He has so.much.energy and just really doesn't care to learn any rules. He loves to walk on the table, eat the kids food (as they are also eating it) and sit in the kitchen sink. He doesn't like being sprayed with water when he breaks the rules, but he really doesn't care enough to stop his naughty behavior, either. He was fixed last week, and we got extensive instructions to not let him jump, play, or basically be a kitten for 7-10 days. Tilly was jumping and wrestling within an hour of being home. The only way to slow him down was to put the "cone of shame" him, which he despised and fought off as much as possible. When he had the cone on, his whole body would slump, and he would just lay down wherever he was when the cone was put on and not move for hours at a time. It was funny and also really sad. He would then jam the cone on whatever he could to get it off. He was pretty successful. He wore the cone for about 3 days, but by then it was clear that he was healing well and not having any complications from surgery. He's back to terrorizing his family. Sometimes he had as bit too much energy and spunk for his mama, Juliet, but she still insists that he is HER cat, and her cat only.
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