MyPrincess has had a “wibbly” tooth for about a week. Whenever she would ask me to “wibble” it she didn’t really mean it. She would let me get my fingers on it just long enough to squeal a high-pitched “nooooo!” I figured with all her drama that this tooth would stay firmly in place for months.
Last night while the whole family watched a movie together her daddy noticed she was holding something in her hand. He asked her what it was. And, with complete nonchalance and a shrug of her shoulder she responded, “It’s my tooth.”
Just like that.
She’s four and half. My kiddos, so far, have all gotten their teeth early and lost them early. So she’s right on schedule.
I started keeping up with their lives on here and sharing it with the world when MyPrincess was 10 months old. Some of you have watched her grow up on here. Like the first picture I posted of her when she was 12 months old, or the time when she was 13 months and she learned to dress herself in her brothers’ clothes, maybe when she was 19 months old and she cooked dinner for her daddy, or when she turned 2 and we discovered she had curls, or when it was just before her 4th birthday and she begged to get her ears pierced, or how she loved that paci so and talked with all her “L”s as “Y”s, and how she officially started school with us this year.
She’s getting older. Just like they do. Just like I wanted her to. Just like that.
I’m Suzanne Parker. Wife to Matt. Homeschooling mama to 5 kiddos. I'm a woman of many contradictions. You can read why I do all I do 
