(Originally posted 1.7.16)
Dear Baby Princesses,
I can't believe the tiny grownups that you are becoming.
All right, that's probably a slight exaggeration. But BP1, you lost your first tooth! It came out on Tuesday, January 5, 2016. I had to be sure I documented it. The tooth fairy visited (apparently just telling kids that the tooth fairy visited is no longer sufficient; now you have to provide a video). She brought you $20 (!) and some Frozen tattoos, but your favorite part was the note she left you. You had left her a note with your tooth, of course, which you signed "Love BP1." She signed her note "Love, Tooth Fairy" and for some reason you were so tickled by that. Daddy and I have made it clear that the tooth fairy does not leave that type of cash for every tooth, but the first tooth is special. He and I disagree on the reasonable rate for future teeth, so I guess we'll just wait and see what she does next time.
BP2, not to be outdone, I swear you talk more and more every day and are growing at record speed. Daddy walked in the other day when you were about to get in the bath and you said "Hi Daddy!" And then, in your sweet singsong voice but in a perfect intonation, "How are you?" I'm trying to figure out why it seemed so poignant, since you've been speaking to us for a while now. I think it's because the phrase was not driven by something specific you were asking or wanted to tell us, or a repeated phrase of BP1, or a reaction to something. It's the first time I noticed you initiating a conversation for conversation's sake.
A few of my favorite recent conversations:
Daddy: What does a sheep say?
Daddy: What does a horse say?
Grandma and Grandpa M: How was your trip?
BP1: We were really impressed with the weather.
It is late for me (well, it's technically not that late since I'm writing this in California, but my body thinks it's late). It's been a fantastic but long day at a conference so I'm not going to write way more. But I do have to let you know that we had a long but wonderful trip to New York over winter break this year. Daddy and I went to MG's wedding, so you had a nice weekend with Grandma and Grandpa D and then we were all together for the rest of the trip. We saw a lot of friends and family but still managed not to see everyone we would have liked to visit. We loved watching you with your cousins; while there's no feasible way to change this, it does make me very sad that you don't get to see them more often. You saw "the Nutcracker ballet" as BP1 keeps telling everyone with your grandparents and we did make it to see the tree and to visit the Lego store (which was fine to do once and I never plan to do it again). We saw my nana and as a special surprise treat, Cousin M and Uncle A. Plus lots of other friends and family with whom we are so lucky to have spent even a little bit of time.
Okay, I'm beat. I love you very much and am missing you a ton, but I know you're having a great time with your Daddy while I'm away. Sleep tight, my sweet babies.