The Kindergartener

A year from now, our nest was going to be empty. No more parent-teacher conferences. No more report cards. No more proms.

Now, our nest won’t be empty for another 12 years.

I couldn’t be happier.

Miss L, Class of 2023, on the first day of school in an outfit made by Mom, and all the love and good wishes we could send with her.


We noticed some time ago that Miss L had a couple of loose teeth on the bottom. Our dentist said there was no set timeline for their eventual departure, so we waited. And waited. And waited.

One day, I stumbled upon a cute Tooth Fairy Pillow Kit at Joann and decided it would be a great summer project for my bunny. She could not have been more excited! Even though the kit would have been better with yarn rather than embroidery floss (the pre-punched holes are too big for the floss), she still worked diligently to stitch it together by hand, the plastic pink needle moving up and down at a steady pace.

Liesl propped the pillow on her dresser once it was done, waiting impatiently for the evening it would finally be used.

Last night was the night.

Her tooth has been disgustingly wiggly. I mean, just gross. (I might be terrifically squeamish, BTW.) I’ve tried to get her to pluck it right out but every attempt to bring it up was met with shrieks and panic. (Um, drama much?) Fortunately, big brother came to the rescue shortly before her swimming lesson. After pointing out that she might lose her tooth in the pool — and thus have nothing to leave for the Tooth Fairy — he suggested she give it a twist.

And out it came.

When I picked them up from the pool, L could not wait to show off her new smile — and my heart just squeezed tightly. Suddenly, she looked older, no longer the baby girl I kissed and tickled awake that morning. Her smile hints broadly at the big girl she is becoming every day and the milestone is bittersweet.

The Tooth Fairy stuck with five $1 coins instead of the $50 Miss L thought was appropriate for losing her first tooth. The Tooth Fairy may be sentimental, but she’s no sucker.


My son is a senior in high school.

My baby is a senior.

That sweet little chubby-cheeked cherub — so fat he could not even lift himself to crawl — is now six feet tall and employed. And graduating from high school in just a few short months.

Our plan has been for me to do his senior portraits but finding the time has been a challenge. He and his brother are home today, thanks to a teacher workday, so I chased him out of bed this morning so we could take pictures. Poor, sleepy baby! LOL! We had a lot of fun with the picture taking, although there was a great deal of good-natured teasing on both ends. And some whining (that came from one person only, whose shall remain nameless but he is male and his name rhymes with Poshua). I’d hoped to get about 10 really good shots and ended up with closer to 40. A few of my favorites: