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Goodbye Upper Left Central Incisor
Posted by Webby at June 3, 2010 08:15 PM | Comments (0)After many days of teasing and screaming, Evelyn has finally allowed Jillian close enough to her loose tooth to pull it out.
For almost a fortnight now, Jilly has been convinced that Evelyn's tooth was ready to fall out and has been desperate to take hold of it. With each of the Evelyn's previous five teeth to come out, she was perfectly happy for Jilly to take it out. For some reason, Evelyn has been petrified whenever Jilly has gone anywhere near this tooth...until tonight.
Sat in the living room after dinner, I was watching the news when Evelyn came trotting in from the kitchen holding a tissue to her month.
"It's come out, Daddy, it's come out!"
Astonishingly, I didn't hear a 'peep' out of Evelyn during the extraction, and the tooth is now sat, patiently, beneath Evelyn's pillow waiting for the tooth fairy.
Since removing her tooth (rendering her entirely upper-incisor-less) Evelyn has been trying to say as many words as she can containing the 'S' sound. Evelyn's current particular favourite is 'thpaghetti thauth'! Brilliant!
Lunchtime picnic
Posted by Webby at June 3, 2010 01:45 PM | Comments (0)As Jilly was off work with Evelyn today, my beaudeeful ladies met me for a lunchtime picnic this afternoon. As the sun beat down on us, we made our way to the freshly mowed playing fields in the park up the road from work.
We found a shady spot beneath a tree and began eating lunch. Careful that Evelyn didn't dirty the picnic rug, Jilly asked Evelyn to remove her shoes as she walked around it. As Evelyn removed her shoes, she noticed that she'd stood in something that looked suspiciously like dog 'waste'. Evelyn removed her shoes (placing them away for our lunch) and continued eating.
As my lunch hour finished, Jilly reminded me that it was time for me to return to work. As she stood, Jilly pointed out...
"Aaarrgghh! I've got grass all over my legs!"
As I looked down to discover that I, too, was covered in the freshly cut grass, Evelyn answered her mum,
"And I've got shit on my shoe!" [Her face remained perfectly straight]
Obviously, as the responsible parents we are, we immediately smothered our laughter and reminded Evelyn she she mustn't use language like that!
"But I have, look, here it is!, Evelyn told us as she held her shoe out to Jilly.
