You lost this tooth at school today, and brought it home in a blue mouse-shaped tooth box. It's been loose for a while, and yesterday was hanging on by a thread. You insisted it needed to wait until today, because Greta "wanted to walk you to the office." When you got in the van after school, it's the first thing you wanted to tell me about, that you made sure to do it while Greta was with you. That she did take you to the office, along with a couple of other girls who wanted to be in on it, too. Losing these front teeth changes how you look so much.

You were sick tonight, baby girl, with a bad cough and a fever. Neither of us got much sleep. It's kind of funny to me that you, our biggest and most full-term baby, is the most prone to croup and wheezing when you get a cold. I expected my preemies to do this, but not you. I hope you're better soon, you poor thing.

You have to find ways to entertain yourself while we wait for your sisters in the pickup line at school. On this day, making a card for your daddy, and decorating the envelope, was your way to spend the time. I can't believe that next year you won't be in this car waiting with me, you'll be in the school. I'll miss you.

Baby boy, this has probably been an image in your daddy's mind for more years than you could imagine.

You try to be very helpful with laundry. You take things out of the dryer (and put them on the floor), you scoop up things you find and try to sneak them in the washer or dryer when I open them. You want to be involved in anything we do.