Dear Weekend,
I can't remember a more relaxing Saturday. Emma, Big Daddy, and I were in our jammies the ENTIRE day. (Yes, I took a shower; but then I put my jammies back on. #lazybum) We watched several movies together and just vegged. I even took a nap (or two). It was glorious.
Dear Weekend,
I drove the Navigator for the first time on Sunday. I felt like I was driving a bus or steering a ship; but it was surprisingly agile and easy to maneuver. I even backed into the garage in it! By myself. Without hitting anything. #booyah
Dear Weekend,
Emma lost the final remaining front tooth: the bottom left one. I have been nagging her to pull it for weeks, it seems, but she was never interested. She just knew it was going to hurt. I finally wore her down yesterday while we were at MIL and FIL's house. Took two tries, and that little sucker just popped right out. She didn't even realize it was gone. FIL offered her $2 for it, but she declined so she could wait for the Tooth Fairy. I told her she should take that deal, but she still wanted to save it for Minnie (Minnie Chompers, our Tooth Fairy). Minnie came last night: she left a note that said she'd heard that Emma's Papaw had offered her $2 for the tooth and that she felt so honored that Emma wanted to wait for her that she decided to match FIL's offer. That Minnie, she's so generous. #toothfairyisbroke
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