Caleb, who will be 7 in a few weeks, lost his first tooth tonight. He was beyond excited. Many of his peers have lost numerous teeth and I think he was starting to wonder if his teeth would ever come out.
I on the other hand was quite happy in my world without creepy, wiggly, jiggly teeth. The first good wiggle I felt made my stomach churn. The days of watching him mess with it threw me off too. I know, I know this should not be about me but he hasn't asked to write on our family blog so I get to tell it from my point of view.
Oh, and Michael was also kinda freaked out about it too. So after about a week of the wiggliness, it was time to make it happen tonight. I tried my sister's floss trick cause there was no way I was going to pull it out with my fingers, but the floss was a fail. Then Michael decided to call in the troops and have his mom talk him through it. She did and with a big yank the tooth came out. A little traumatizing for the parents but the kid was a trooper.
and couldn't stop grinning. Now we start the awkward picture phase of our family....
The creepiness of the jiggly teeth isn't my only aversion to the situation. It's just another sign that my baby boy is no longer a baby. He's getting old. That's the funny part about having little kids. So many days I long for the times when I don't hear "mommy" said a gazillion times a day and when I can sit and read a book quietly or have an uninterrupted conversation with an adult. But at the same time I treasure these times when they are young and we are their world. Lord, give me the grace to treat them as the treasures that they are, and as I'm giving requests make them limit the number of times they say mommy a day.