Well, Oakli finally lost her first top tooth. (Apparently it was make your own freckles day too). Loosing teeth is significant because she IS loosing teeth, and Chase, ISN'T. He is older and 7 years old. He is starting to think he will be the only kid who makes it out of 2nd grade without loosing a tooth. Maybe. Here's the cheezy, hope-your-teeth-are-clean-and-no-pepper-in-the-cracks up close picture.
Just a few days later this happened: (Maybe it was more than a few days. I'd like to think that it was because the lighting is so different, but I'm sure it was probably just a few.)



Each winter we have tried to do some skiing with the kids. This year we have finally made it! All 4 kids can ski on their own. No more crying and whining. No more tears from mom and dad. No more screaming. No more holding up kids as we attempt to ski down the hill. No more holding onto mom and dad's poles. No more forgetting to get off the lift. Oh wait, that still happens (Chase). Kids can get up on their own when they fall (except for one). No more threats. What does that mean? Dad is finally happy! (I'll admit it, we gave in and put Chase and Oakli in Ski Camp. That made all the difference.)

Bryce and Ambri on the chair lift.

Here is Oakli. Love that helmet. Personalized and all!

In other news (too bad I can't put that in newsprint type)... Ambri tried out for High School Musical with her BFF. She came home from school on Monday and asked to try out. Of coarse I said yes. She said she had to sing a song. Uh, yeah. So she whipped out a Taylor Swift song. Good ol' Taylor. Then they had to do dancing. Uh, yeah. I mean, Ambri has lots of rhythm and can hold her own, she just hasn't had any dance classes. They taught them a small routine there. Ambri went dressed to kill, not for functionality. She wore her big Ugg-like boots. They had try-outs 2 days in a row. The 2nd day she didn't really have to do much. I looked at the rehearsal schedule and it is M-Th, 7-9pm. That right there made me wish she didn't make it. Does that make me a bad mom? Ambri was only trying out to be a cheerleader. Seriously. Between piano, guitar, Achievement Days, and soccer, now potentially play practice too? Well, needless to say, she made it. She was so excited! Me, not so much. Practices start tomorrow and go like, every day until the day of opening, which is like the end of May. Just make my life more complicated, why don't ya?
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