Molly, who is dangerously close to being done with preschool forever, has seemingly done a lot of growing up lately. She lost her first tooth, and then another.
She swallowed them both. But the tooth fairy still came.
She also surprised me by borrowing a bike from school and doing this:
We hadn't even gotten her a two wheeler yet, and now no training wheels! She is very proud. The preschool even insisted that we take the bike home for now, and she is everywhere. It won't be long before she is ready to take on the neighborhood with Porter (much to his slight dismay).
Everyone is changing so fast these days, not just Molly. A traveling carnival came to town (this was news of miraculous proportions to the children of Juneau, as it only happens every ten years or so), and Cedar got this (good Lord):
And Porter rode the squirrel cages. At least that's what we used to call that crazy Ferris wheel-esque thing that goes upside down. He did look appropriately terrified afterwards though. This is the before shot, when he asked me why the rides were so rusty.
Some days I still can't believe I have three kids. And that they are 8, 5 and 3. But I also feel like I'm pretty dang lucky.