Thursday, July 30, 2009
My baby lost a baby tooth. My first baby, that is. She's not even 5 1/2 and about two months ago we noticed her loose tooth. Last Friday, just as we were packing the van to go to the lake, she came running down the hall yelling, "My tooth fell out!" Then, she started to cry because of the blood and the fact that her mouth felt different. Change is hard. Hard for her mommy too because her first born suddenly looks a year or two older. Luckily, the tooth fairy planned ahead, ordering a tooth fairy bracelet kit months ago. Lil was thrilled when she woke up at 2:00 in the morning and found a lovely box wrapped in a bow from the tooth fairy. She could barely contain herself, whispering, "Mommy, I KNEW the tooth fairy would find me here! I just KNEW IT!"