The second top tooth is out!
Finally we’ve made it through the drama and tears of those two loose front teeth. Somehow I don’t remember being so traumatized when my own teeth were about to fall out. I liked clicking them around with my tongue, and I don’t think even the taste of blood upset me much (it’s like the end of the world with her!) But then, that was the late 70′s and early 80′s, when life was simple and easy, right?
Cake is just so terribly hard to eat these days.
The tooth fairy found our hotel just fine and left a few tiny treasures under the pillow last night. But somehow she seemed to forget to take the tooth (I was a little fried last night, haha). Zia didn’t care at all.
David has been smoking some cigars and trading with a group of guys online. They seem pretty cool and have sent him some interesting things–a Cuban cigar, some streetside salsa from Chicago, and even a Lucero cigar!
He has been having a lot of fun with his new hobby and has perused a few local shops since we’ve been in Santa Fe.
Cash has made himself at home at Grandma and Grandpa Lucero’s house, as all of us have.
As much as I love our snowy Colorado mountains, we might be just a tiny bit reluctant to leave the sunshine and these wide open spaces when it’s time to go.