I was checking out the house before bed and this was the last piece to go -- I thought it was even more pretty in the dark.
Cal has a baby tooth, located in front of a permanent tooth, that just won't budge. It has become a nightly ritual for Mike to come home from work and try and pull it out. At first she let him (he got a few other teeth that way and apparently offered her some relief) but this one she is not OK with him messing with.
I took this in shock -- I think this is the only time I've seen them each have their own dental chew (without trying to take the others) while laying together. It was a miracle.
Although I don't seem to have cravings, per say, I was in the mood for some chips and white salsa and of course a virgin strawberry daiquiri. Could they make it more obvious that mine didn't contain any alcohol? And yes, I realize how pathetic our chips looks, but that's because we had devoured a decent amount before I thought to document date night.
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