Emma lost her first tooth tonight. I can't believe my baby lost a tooth. She's not even five yet. She is so excited, but very nervous about the tooth fairy. Happy and I hadn't had time to discuss the tooth fairy and were caught off guard by Emma's lost tooth. We told her to put it under her pillow and the tooth fairy would bring her a gift. Emma asked me, "O.k. mom, is the tooth fairy a girl or a man? Will he come in my room"? About that time, Myah starts to cry, "I'm scared of the tooth fairy"! I'm thinking, oh brother, is the tooth fairy really that important? Should I just brake down and tell them the tooth fairy is not real? No, instead I say, don't worry Myah the tooth fairy won't bother you because you haven't lost a tooth yet. Emma could not go to sleep tonight. She said, "I'm just a little nervous about this tooth fairy". So, we finally, decided to adopt my sister-in-law's tradition and told Emma to put her tooth in a glass of water and leave it in the kitchen. This way, we told her, the tooth fairy won't have to come into your room. phew. She was content with this and FINALLY went to bed .... only after writing the tooth fairy a sweet note explaining why her tooth was in the kitchen, in a glass, and not under her pillow in her room. :)

Emma directed her daddy in how to write the note to the tooth fairy.

conversations

While we were driving home from church tonight Emma and Myah were talking about how big God is. Here is what they said:

Myah: Emma, Jesus is bigger than EVERYONE "down here". And even in this car. Jesus is the
biggest.

Emma: Myah, do you think God is "down here"? He's not Myah. God is not "down here."
So, Myah who is the biggest "down here" now?

Myah: Daddy.

Emma: You never know, Myah. You never know.


I will have to do a follow-up conversation with Emma so she knows that, yes, in fact, God is "down here." :)


One more cute conversation with Emma:

Emma is procrastinating going to bed and asks me to come lay down with her for awhile because she has no one to talk to. I told her she could talk to Jesus. She smiled and said, "but, how come when I talk to Jesus, He just never talks back"? I told her He does talk back. He wrote us a very long letter and that's why mommy and daddy like to read the Bible. As she is headed off to bed, I hear her say, "God, so how many hairs are on my head?....God?.....HOW MANY HAIRS ARE ON MY HEAD"!?

Pumpkin Patch

Every year, since we have lived in Rome, the girls and I have gone to the Pumpkin Patch in Adairsville. The past couple years it has just been the girls, myself and Happy's Aunt "Poopie". Yes, there are some different names in the Peterson family. Let me answer your question, because I know you are wondering. Yes, the girls call her "Aunt Poopie". :) Apparently when Happy and his brother Aaron were little they couldn't pronounce her name and this is what came out. Needless to say, it has stuck all these years. We love her dearly and she spoils my girls so bad! Anyway, this year we were blessed that Daddy and Mi Mi (Happy's mom) were able to join us! It was a great time to be had by all.

On the hayride with Aunt Poopie

Ring em' Mi Mi!

Emma taking a little rest

The poor pregnant goat we saw. How rude!

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