Sunday night my very beautiful little girl LOST HER FIRST TOOTH!
We were sitting on the couch watching Mary Poppins when she chomped down on her little wiggly tooth and heard a crunch as it bent back in a way that was not of the norm. With eyes like saucers, she turned to me with a hint of panic in her voice and screeched, "Mom! I think I need to pull my tooth out... like TONIGHT!!"
Sure enough that one chomp had done a number on the poor little fellow that was still hanging on to her gum with all its might.
In true "You are your mother's daughter" fashion, I ran for my phone in order to get just one last photo (okay maybe 5) of her smiling face doting all of her original baby teeth.
That precious little tooth was the very first to appear in her tiny infant mouth. I can still remember the very first day I noticed that tiny white nub peeking up through her smooth gums as she smiled good morning to me. The most adorable little focal point for many more smiles that followed.
Now, just barely hanging on...
Excitement swept though the house. The whole family fascinated by this super wiggly little tooth. We were grinning and laughing and contemplating the best process for removal.
We decided a tissue and a good yank was the best plan of action.
We agreed that a little dab of Ambosal couldn't hurt.
Dr Mommy prepped the tooth, situated said tissue and... choked!!!
I could not pull the tooth out. I was shaking like a leaf. Smiling a ridiculous smile. But when I gripped the tooth I couldn't get a good hold and I... choked. I failed.
Handy Man rolled his eyes and made some husky jab of, "Let Daddy do it. Mom is a wimp."
Mr Blue Eyes completely lost his mind in the excitement and was jumping on the bed in a tooth frenzy.
Handy Man situated his tissue and...
CHOKED!!!
gave some lame story about his fingers being to big... the tooth too small... blah-blah you are a wimp too was all I heard coming out of his mouth.
Our Brown Eyed Girl looked both of us over like we had failed her. What kind of parents are you? Geesh... She decided maybe to let it go one more day.
We went back out in the living room to finish watching our movie and I told her to just keep wiggling it and it will come out.
About five minutes later, she asked if I would try again. She said it was freaking her out the way it now moved.
Drum roll please....
SUCCESS!!!
One tiny little pearl left in the palm of her little hand.
And a new toothless grin!
It's really quite amusing the full circle of it all. As babies we watch with patience as each new tooth emerges and celebrate the new addition in their tiny little grins. A few years later we find ourselves eagerly watching with patience as each little celebrated tooth then falls out...
Teeth are very celebrated!
The best part of this new evolution... THE TOOTH FAIRY!!!
When both of the kids were babies, Handy Man's grandmother made the kids Tooth Fairy Pockets to hang on the door for the Tooth Fairy. I had stored her little handmade treasure for her since she was a baby and could not wait for the day I would get to pull it out and share it with her.
Handy Man's grandmother, Betty Lou, and I shared a love for cross stitching. We used to talk about patterns and the different things you could cross stitch. She used to make the most treasured pillows out of many of her pieces. She and I always meant to sit down so she could show me how she turned them into pillows. I really wish I would have had an opportunity for her to show me...
Betty Lou had three boys of her own. She said she loved getting to add all of the lace and frills to things she made for the girls. My Brown Eyed Girl's Tooth Fairy Pocket was no exception.
The ruffle even has glittery thread in it.
Call it Grandmother's intuition, she picked the perfect color of ribbon and fabric for the back. Purple. She must have just "known" to pick purple! The perfect finishing touch for my Purple Princess THE Tangled.
I was showing my Brown Eyed Girl her little Tooth Fairy Pocket and explaining to her who made it and how the whole Tooth Fairy thing was about to work. When I got to the part about sticking the tooth in the little pocket on the back... we found a little note Great Grandma had written to her. I forgot she had done so.
"Dear Hailey,
I am your Great Grandma & when I lost a tooth when I was 5 or 6 years old I stuck it under my pillow & got a penny or two for it. Your Granpa got a nickle or a dime.
See what you can get.
Love,
Great Grandma"
I am so very glad I saved the little note for my Brown Eyed Girl. I just kept thinking, how special!
We tucked the little tooth safely in the pocket and hung it on the door.
My Brown Eyed Girl was concerned that the Tooth Fairy might not make it to her house with all the snow we got that weekend. I assured her that the Tooth Fairy was magic - like Santa - and snow was never a problem for her!
Bright eyed, bushy tailed and one tooth less, she greeted the day at 5:00 am...
The Tooth Fairy did not disappoint. A very cool $2 bill and a special little note from the Tooth Fairy herself.
The rest of the day she spent making awkward smiles towards strangers (hoping they would notice she lost her tooth.) The teacher gave her a special sticker and added her name to the list of classmates that had lost a tooth that year in school. She giggled at the way some of her words sounded different and the fact that she could feel her tongue in the gape when her teeth were clenched tight.
Mr Blue Eyes spent the entire day trying to make one of his little toofers loose (without much success.)
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