It didn’t bother me one bit to skip out on a kid party that was at a senior citizen center in a small town 30 minutes away (no offense to the party throwers). It was actually kind of funny because they ended up being there hours longer than expected…And Nathan can’t stand birthday parties. He especially can’t stand our own kids’ birthday parties. Don’t get me started on that one.
He attempted to take a few pictures at the party, but he doesn’t care to be a photo fanatic like me. And that’s okay because then I can make sure I’m always the one taking the pictures and thus avoid being in the pictures.
The very next evening while Brooke was watching a movie and eating black olives, she suddenly mad dashed in the room and annouced that she found her tooth on the floor. She never even felt it come out...Thank goodness she didn't swallow it! That tooth had been ready to come out for weeks. It was practically lying flat, but she was suddenly freaked out to have it pulled. Nathan tried to get it out with the dental floss on Labor Day, but she got so scared that he gave up out of pure frustration. We thought it would be cool for her to lose her tooth that day since she lost her first tooth on the Fourth of July.
FYI: Brooke's hair is back in a ponytail because she said her tummy hurt right when I said it was time to go to bed. You never know exactly what that means or if it's even true. However, I figured out what that meant and that it was in fact true when those black olives resurfaced at 3 a.m. Hmmm...Maybe eating the whole can wasn't such a good idea after all.
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