Day 23: Better Late Than Never

We hit the local pumpkin patch/bouncy castle place yesterday.  What is it with this phenomenon of bouncy castles accompanying the selling of pumpkins?  I don't think I'd ever seen it before we moved here, but it may just be that we'd never seen it before because we didn't have a child that it would apply to.  

Samantha picked out two pumpkins, between crying fits.  All was fine until someone bounced on her, of course, then once she'd pulled herself together from that and allowed herself to have fun again, running back and forth through corrugated plastic tunnels, some over-enthusiastic children began to scream their excitement as loud as they could, the sound echoing and amplifying through the enclosure.  Poor, sensitive little Sammi just stood outside the tunnel bawling her eyes out until I could pick her up and get her out of earshot. 

 

Here she is going down a bouncy slide on her stomach.  I just would like to point out the beautiful new grown-up teeth that are almost all the way in at the bottom front!  I'm pretty excited about the fact that my brave girl has now lost two teeth, and had two new ones come in, all without spending more than a week or two with any sort of gap.  Let's see if we're as lucky with the next batch. 

By the way, does anyone know if teeth will ordinarily fall out in the same order they grew in?  So far we're on that schedule, but who knows what's next?