Bunk Beds Baby!

Well, it's official! Willa is in a big, girl bed!

Now, we just need to buy her a mattress! 

Clapping, clapping, clapping.

That is a geesh expression if ever I saw it.

For some of you out there that aren't familiar with this term. 

Geesh=joy, contentment, explosion of love, exultation contained in a look.

Geesh.

Thank you, Craigslist that I got it for a song, my sister for use of her garage and touch up painting herself the other day, my arms and wrist from sanding with a palm sander for hours, to my one, armed mom for standing bent over next to me Kilzing the poo out of it, to Miss Peach for delivering it to me in her truck and to David for putting it together.

It takes a village to get two, wincy girls into a bunk bed that Andre' the Giant 

(God rest his soul) could have comfortably slept in and not broke. 

This thing bees (how Willa uses 'be') heavy friends.

Gap Toothed Willa Zane

Yesterday was an eventful day to say the least.

This is a very very brave girl.

We just came back from getting x rays and the teeth that are  missing are actually lodged up into her bone. Now, that sounds worse than it actually is thank GOD.

Anyway, the dentist feels pretty sure that they will  pop back out!

We are going to pray that that is the case.

Aunt Ali and the cousins came over bearing gifts of flowers, obnoxious cards that play music, giant bubble makers and ice cream cone shaped sidewalk chalk oh, and two bottles of red wine. Well done and thank you!