Few losses are occasions for joy, like the loss of baby teeth, and you lost your very first one.
In the last couple of weeks I noticed that you avoided biting into food with your front teeth. Multiple times I asked you if you had toothache. I was concerned about cavities, since you like your sweets so much. You said no. On our 4th of July camping trip, we stop by a small town restaurant to grab some lunch and there again, you pushed the food toward your side teeth. I leaned super close and thought that your lower front tooth looked a little crooked - like bent sideways a tiny bit.
"Do you have wiggly tooth?!" I asked in total surprise. It didn't make sense that you would. You just turned 5. I pushed my finger gently on your tooth and yes, it wiggled! Later on the campground, Zoe continued exploring your mouth and discovered a second wiggly tooth, adjacent to the other one. We all thought it was crazy and we we were all so excited for you. I started chopping your food into tiny bites.
A week later, during our Friday Family Movie Night, while having dinner on the carpet, you held your hand out, and with a confused face you said "this tooth just fell out." We were all super happy. At bedtime, Zoe let you her tooth fairy pillow where you hid your tooth and put it under your own pillow. At night, I took away your tiny cute tooth and left a $5 bill in its place.
It all happened so early and so fast that we weren't set up for it like we were with Zoe. For the time being, I stored your precious tooth in a ziplock bag, until the cute keepsake box arrived. Your tooth is now safe in the box, waiting for your other teeth.
I love you!
Mommy
