The tooth! I cannot seem to get convincing photographic evidence of how disturbing I find it. Nor can I explain why I want to look at it all the time. Here is how it looked last Wednesday:
And today it is making an even more compelling case for eviction:
I may or may not be suppressing urges to accidentally elbow Harper in the mouth...
She can move it back and forth with her bottom teeth. And she stands next to me, moving it, tooth clicking against tooth.
Click. Click. Click.
Must. Not. Elbow. Child.
I mean, I know it will be fine if the tooth is still there when we get photos taken on Thursday. But it won't possibly still be hanging so crazily on Thursday, right? Maybe I can get Michael to wrestle it out...
Are all top front teeth this maddening?
What? You don't want to hear more about Harper's tooth? FINE.
After dinner Harper helped me baked cookies. I'm contributing them to a book swap event at a school where I used to teach and I now volunteer in the library.
Although, when I say helped, I should probably say I helped Harper bake the cookies. I assisted with some measuring tasks, partially managed the hand mixer, and formed the dough into little balls - Harper did everything else. She is getting to be quite the pro in the kitchen.
It wasn't even very stressful to bake together. I was hardly crabby at all! The only stern words needed were when she couldn't seem to remember that the fresh out of the oven cookie sheets were hot. (Too bad I couldn't find a way to take her tooth out with a cookie sheet, or stray shake of sprinkles.)
These are made from my very favorite sugar cookie recipe - and they aren't cutouts, even better. The are crunchy and yet they sort of melt in your mouth. Yum!
We have to make another batch later this week for the spaghetti dinner at Harper's elementary school. How long do you think it will be before I can just tell her to go whip up some cookies while I read with my feet up?