Baby A lost her first tooth when she was a couple months shy of five. She’s lost a few more since then, and I can’t say I’ve grown to love seeing those super-wiggly teeth. I *try* to be excited and encouraging, but it takes a lot of acting on my part.
(I do have one rule, that you don’t wiggle your teeth at the dinner table. I think that’s fair enough…and for the love of dinner…please…just don’t.)
Baby A has recently had a couple of relatively wiggly teeth, as has B (although B has yet to actually lose one). On Wednesday, I came home to find A’s tooth VERY loose. I encouraged her to get it out…it seemed ready…but she couldn’t quite do it.
Thursday passed. And then Friday, I came home from work to see my A with a new twist to her smile.
My baby girl lost her sixth tooth at school that day.
And I wasn’t there.
I knew it was bound to happen at some point, and I can’t say I missed the actual wiggle-wiggle-wiggle…POP!...but it was bittersweet.
Of course A was giddy. Her tooth came out in art class. What did you do, I asked her. “I raised my hand,” she said, beaming. The teacher told her to “wait a minute,” and then she got to go to the office. From the health room, they got a pill bottle (???) and put her tooth in it. She washed her hands and went back to class. “Everyone wanted to see it!” she gushed.
I was very proud of A for being such a big girl, and – thinking back to my elementary school days – I can only imagine how *cool* it must have been for her to experience losing a tooth at school. We celebrated on Saturday with a new bead for her bracelet and an ice cream cone at the Dairy Queen (a very rare treat).
|She even managed to tear into the cone with her snaggle teeth!|
Lots of smiles surround this little milestone (some of them more crooked than others), but I can’t think too hard about it. Loosing teeth is a sure sign of growing up…and handling it without your mommy there seems even more momentous.