It was months of asking a question I simply could not answer.
When will I lose my first tooth?
When she texted me from Philly when I was across the world to tell me she had two wiggly ones, I was worried I might miss the big event. But, that was about 5 weeks ago now, 5 weeks of lots of wiggling and lots of me covering my eyes because loose teeth are seriously gross.
The 5 weeks culminated last night in a whole lot of back and forth drama (i.e., “Pull it!…No, don’t pull it!….okay, just wiggle it….No, don’t touch it!”). We had given up the cause when she came downstairs about 40 minutes later and succumbed to the desire to be rid of that crazy snaggletooth. One little wiggle from Daddy later, and we had this.
Which led to lots of celebration around here which included fully waking up her big brothers who had somehow slept through the final tooth delivery.
Oh, that perfect smile is now a new sort of perfect, I guess. Even with a big ole hole, she’s adorable.
And, in case you can’t quite see that hole, here’s one more extreme close up that she very proudly posed for.
I think every single person at church today was given the big news, which she cared way more about than the bag of 10 quarters, 10 dimes, 10 nickels, and 10 pennies that we slipped under her pillow.