How many more?

Ten hundred million.

That's the number of dollars the Tooth Fairy has spent on Kitty thus far.

And then she went ahead and lost another tooth. It was number 6 and her second front tooth.  She looks like a real-live kid without her 2 front teeth.  The good news is that her teeth will likely grow in as giant beaver teeth.  It's one of those genetic gifts I've given her.

You're welcome.

Kitty starts planning her requests for the Tooth Fairy long before her teeth are even loose.  I chalk this up to greed.  Another genetic gift I've given her.

Again, You're welcome.

I moved this note and cleaned around it for weeks leading up to the actual day of tooth ejection.

I also scoured the internet looking for a velvet cat statue so I wouldn't be caught off-guard when the day actually arrived.  Do you know how hard it is to find a velvet cat statue?  It's hard!  Even the internet doesn't know where to find one.  I finally found a flocked bobble head of the cat from the new Captain Marvel movie.  I was extraordinarily pleased with myself and congratulated this old mama on her resourcefulness and preparedness.

The day Kitty actually lost her tooth, I giggled that I indeed had a velvet cat statue waiting in the closet.  Then she informed me that she would be asking the Tooth Fairy for something else.  Something like this:

A Marble Wubble and a stuffed skunk?  What?  Oh, heck no.  Kitty was getting a velvet cat statue.  THE velvet cat statue sitting on the closet shelf that I painstakingly found on the interweb.  She threw a bit of a fit when I prepped her for the possibility that the Tooth Fairy had already purchased her gift.  I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.

Thankfully, Kitty was appeased by the Tooth Fairy's explanation as to why she was getting a cat and not a skunk.  Myke's good at those explanation letters.  I did not contribute to his genetic ability.

Sorry.

It all turned out ok in the end.  I don't care what the Boy Scouts say, it did not benefit me to be prepared.  I will go back to sending Michael to Walgreens at an obscene hour from now on.

You're welcome.

Infestation

I think we have a vermin problem.

Vermin of the feline variety.

The human Kitty has carefully named them all.  I'll tell you their names.  From L to R:

Shyrie, Duchess, Sophie, Princess, Fantasia, Itty Bitty Kitty - she's the one leaning against Fantasia.  She really is itty-bitty - Alassia, Rainbow, Mother Cat with her nursing kitties: Isabella, Luna, and Calissa, Moonlight, Tasha, and Princess Fifi.  Bebe the Cat is in my Kitty's lap.

That’s 16 pet cats at our house.

Isn’t there some kind of law against such recklessness?  Well, there should be.

Somebody please turn us in.

Mama's Day

There once was a month called May, and a day in May called "Mother's Day."  Let me tell you about mine, because I had a glorious Mother's Day!  I must first admit that I've been a jerk about this holiday for the past couple of years.  I have impossible expectations - it's a problem.  Unfortunately, I have scarred my poor old husband by acting like a buffoon every year.  He needs thicker skin.  Or I need less buffoon-ness.  It's debatable who needs to change.  BUT - I set this point aside and decided  not to be a jerk this year, but to appreciate any effort that my family put into celebrating instead.

It's amazing how pleasant things are when I'm not a jerk.

I received a book from my sweet Kitty that she made at school.  Here's the front cover:

And the pages inside:

The way she spelled my name is actually kind of brilliant.  There is a girl in her class named Yanna, with the ä sound.  Put it with the Bre, and there ya go.  I would also like to point out that Kitty is accusing me of not being good at keeping track of time.  Um, excuse me, but I'm always harping on her that we need to hurry and we're going to be late BECAUSE SHE HAS NO CONCEPT OF TIME.  I always know exactly what time it is and exactly how many minutes we have until I sweat completely through my clothes from attempting to corral Kitty into our vehicle.

Not good at keeping track of time?  Psssh. 

At least she made up for the insult with these valuable coupons.  Which reminds me, I need to redeem that massage.

And here's the back cover.  A beautiful piece of artwork indeed.  That's the genie from Aladdin coming out of his bottle - with a kitty, of course.

Mykey bought me a fancy new blow dryer and made me Costco ravioli lasagna with garlic bread for dinner.  It was delicious!  And ice cream bars for dessert.  I may have eaten 2 within 5 minutes.  Maybe.  I'm not so good at keeping track of time.

The day was topped off with a bouquet of flowers that Kitty made at church out of her hand prints.

My, what a spectacular day!  I'm so glad I wasn't a jerk this year!