Abby's Wishful Thinking

Alternate Title: Growing Up, In Her Head

Abby is at an age where she is latching onto things for all that they are worth, and then some. At least once a week since her birthday we have had some sort of birthday celebration in our home. Please note that she is a June baby and Anny and I share a birthday in December, so there has really been nothing, but she had such a blast at her birthday that she wants to celebrate daily. Some nights she even warns us - Daddy, tomorrow will be your pretend birthday, okay?

(She also thinks that we HAVE to move before her fifth birthday, but that's another blog post for another day...)

She is one of those funny children that has to see a movie over and over after seeing it once. We Netflixed 101 Dalmatians three weeks ago and have watched it at least once for each four legged dog in the movie, not just the spotted ones. (Okay, exaggeration, but we have watched it more times than I would care to admit, especially since she really only watches about 45 minutes of PBS a day!)

A couple of months back there was a book release party at our local Borders, may they rest in peace, for the release of the book Silverlicious. It's the latest in the Pinkalicious series and it's wonderfully illustrated, kid-and-parent funny and all around perfect for our house. It is about Pink's first tooth loss and a delay by the Tooth Fairy. I do not want to ruin plot lines (ha!) but it goes on for like a week in book terms.

Before this book Abby had never mentioned the Tooth Fairy, in part because only her cousin Ellie was dealing with the loss of teeth and she does not make a big deal out of things like that. For a week or so Abby was hopeful that she would lose a tooth or two. At age four. We hoped that would not be the case and are very glad that she finally took "when you are about six years old" and that helped stave off her need for Tooth Attention for a while.

In the last few weeks, though, the Tooth Fairy talk has picked up again. She has gone as far as asking me to transcribe a note for her to the Tooth Fairy. She is very specific in her requests, so I wanted to share:

Transcribed from my awful handwriting, it reads:

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I want to keep my tooth. When I am six my tooth will come out.

Love,

Abby

She was headed out the door for a walk with Anny. I could hear her bursting to get Anny to read it, out loud, so that she knew we were all on the same page.

I think I might have a theme in mind for her sixth birthday, because at this point I am likely going to have to knock one out for her the day she turns six or there will be an epic meltdown that none of us want to be a part of!